Soul of mine

My soul is still breathing,
but my wings has been cut off and
spirit has flown away.

I think its drugs,
which is burning in my lungs
spreading poison all over my body and
people are dying all over me.

Only thing which remains is hope.
My mind is free, but it can't fly.
I feel like I've been buried in to the snow.. deep in.
I can't move, but I hope somebody will set me free.
Now it feels like life is a one big sightseeing between heaven and hell.



Poetry by Janne A Ryynänen
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 22:20

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