03 May 2011


I go
She comes closer
I run
She is still there
I am hiding
But she find me
There it is finally. My goal.
But then I feel her on my face.
She caught me.
I feel her on my arms.
She is cold.
Now I can feel it everywhere.
For the last time I look in those beautiful eyes of this world.
Your Eyes.
Then she took me final
And everything is dark and cold. 

It's my own poem so I hope you like it. :)

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