Gedichten: The End
Its the end of the line she yelled with a voice of joy out the window at the young boy i will hang my self Mommy will hang herself nothing will happen to u or to daddy i will hang and be happy like we used to be without daddy i have the rope daddy is running up the stairs trying to save me but he has no chance i got a loaded gun Try it Daddy come on and Run, Save me Daddy Save me its to late im hanging now its the end of our date but i still have some air to raise the Gun and shot this one bullet before u try to run nevermind... i shor u allready i think iam Dying now wind is blowing harder now Mommy? cries the boy from down out the window are u there the Corps turns and she was hanging there
Its is the End of all the End of Seasons the end of the year and the month it is the end of everything she knows and knew it is Gone For ever in the History of Death it is The End of the Suicide Glypth. The End
Its is the End of all the End of Seasons the end of the year and the month it is the end of everything she knows and knew it is Gone For ever in the History of Death it is The End of the Suicide Glypth. The End