What are these thought I keep thinking about?
What is this sickness attacking me everyday?
Why do I suddenly feel powerful, like I can do anything?
Why do I feel this urge to drain someone to death?
What are these spells that appear in my dreams?
The outcast, the traitor, the soul from within?
Bespreking, bespreking, bespreking, bespreking aan me.
Matrijs, matrijs, matrijs, matrijs voor me.
Schreeuw, schreeuw, schreeuw, schreeuw over hem.
Het eind, eind, eind, beëindigt uw leven.
What is this? These thoughts?
These feelings? This desire to kill?
This incredible knowledge is almost unbearable.
And yet I long for more, I need to learn more.
Begrijp wat u ziet wanneer u me ziet.
 Annabella Goddess Of Ice · Wed Nov 26, 2008 @ 06:06am · 0 Comments |
