The memories
The memories.
Here they are,
Inside my head,
Again.
They will never leave,
And so the madness began,
And created me.
Yes.
Here we are.
No.
You cannot run.
We are here,
To hunt you down.
Is madness my escape?
Or just the consequence?
Can one choose it?
Or is it their work?
Yes.
You are hunting me.
No.
I cannot escape from you,
As you cannot escape from me.
Because I am ready to tear you all apart.
Here they are,
Inside my head,
Again.
They will never leave,
And so the madness began,
And created me.
Yes.
Here we are.
No.
You cannot run.
We are here,
To hunt you down.
Is madness my escape?
Or just the consequence?
Can one choose it?
Or is it their work?
Yes.
You are hunting me.
No.
I cannot escape from you,
As you cannot escape from me.
Because I am ready to tear you all apart.
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| Auteur: tearfull_dawn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 januari 2009 | ||
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