Hungry eyes
Empty hands
Longing for death
Hoping no more
Big yellow star
Marks he’s already dead
I see him suffering
Wish I could help him
Can’t enter his world
He’s out of reach
Hating him means succes
Loving him means death
Behind those gates
I can see him standing
His eyes looking for mine
Two lips spell my name
Won’t see him ever again
The thought makes me shiver
Miracles don’t exist in a place like this
To Live is just a fake illusion
Hungry eyes
Empty hands
Longing for death
Hoping no more
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(dit heb ik geschreven toen ik vorige week terugkwam van polen, waar ik Auschwitz was gaan bezoeken...it was terrible)
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