vampirechick
greendayad

Regjistruar: 02/12/2004
Vendbanimi: usa
Mesazhe: 22
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that lonely boy
sitting in the dark,
in this very black night.
shivering in the cold,
in this freezing winter.
listening to the wind,
cutting his sharp feature.
the wind twists and touches
the leaves and they with him
tremble...
hissing and moving on,
the wind is fullof life,
unlike that lonely boy,
who is standing,
wondering,
listening,
remembering,
staring...
at a point?
a memory?
life?
his hair so silver.
skin so pale,
like showered by the moonlight.
eyes so black.
black jeans,
black shirt,
black old leather jacket,
black everything...
he's blacked out
shined by the soft vague
moonglow....
thinking so hard,
trying to remember,
when he was really living,
was he happy then?
it used to be so different.
now, all the time, it's cold
and his sight can catch
only the darkness andblackness
of the lonely cold night.
and forever he'll keep freezing.....
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