Kierra Worsnop
Relentless
Брой мнения : 127
Join date : 25.06.2011
 |  Заглавие: Thorn apart  Пет Юли 08, 2011 2:23 pm | |
| Това трябваше да е текст за една група всъщност, така че не се води точно стихотворение, както и да е. Написах го за половин час една сутрин като се събудих и принципно беше за Rattlesnake (хард рок/метъл групата на едно от бфф-тата), обаче засега не съм им го пращала, защото не съм сигурна че е достатъчно добро. Ениуей, ще се радвам ако изразите мнение 
Put the gun to my head,
and the fear in my heart
But I'm already dead,
I'm thorn apart.
Your strength in not in violence,
your real weapon is not the gun.
What's killing me is your silence,
you took away the sun.
Your eyes are what sets me on fire,
your touch that's leaving me breathless.
The way you fill my heart with desire,
The way I can't get enough of this.
Put the gun to my head,
and the fear in my heart
But I'm already dead,
I'm thorn apart.
My heart is now so empty,
my soul is completely destroyed.
I can be helped by nobody,
My whole existence is now intoxicated.
Your poison is running trough my veins,
poisoning my mind, killing all my hope
punishing me for my sins,
It's my biggest dope (my biggest dope).
Put the gun to my head,
and the fear in my heart
But I'm already dead,
I'm thorn apart.
Nothing left inside of me,
now I'm a shell of who I used to be.
A transparent shadow,
a misguided ghost.
Put the gun to my head,
and the fear in my heart
But I'm already dead,
I'm thorn apart. (Thorn apart, thorn... apart.)
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