Donnerstag, 14. April 2016

The Fog


The fog

The fog is haunting me
Calling me
Wanting me

There´s no chance to run away
the mist
is everywhere
around
everywhere
inside
and out

Someone´s calling me
Is it you?
Is it me?
A stranger
or a friend?

I can´t see you through the mist
which is covering me
hiding me
and you

I can´t see nothing but the fog
which swallows my scream.


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