left for dead ,
with a bullet in my head ,
as the prophet said :
my wounds never bled .
death and devil give me choises ,
come back to life and hear theyr voices ,
death will name me just to kill ,
devil wants me to do his will .
i hide in the shadow of the night ,
i know your tghouts and every fright ,
end your life with hard cold steel ,
one clean cut and blood will spill .
now i live but all alone ,
my breath is cold , my heart is stone ,
crows follow through the sky ,
if we meet you'll surely die .
can't see far and far is love ,
further than the skyes above ,
when we'll meet i cannot tell ,
but not in heaven , not in hell .
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their voices....correctly....
you shouldn`t feel so dead, neither too alive. there is always a solution for everything... as you wrote "...but not in heaven , not in hell."
take care
poeziile dark sunt ok...ar fi si mai ok...daca ai incerca sa nu mai fi atat de retinut in ceea ce inseamna exprimarea sentimentelor....si ce-i daca esti baiat...poti sa simti....ok, nu tre sa fi melodramatic ca si Eminescu....dar si Bacovia iubea prin poezii cu o tenta macabra....incearca sa nu mai repeti aceleasi expresii utilizate in alte poezii.da o tenta monotona...as in, we get the point, what is new?...
bafta in continuare...hope to see your improvement....
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