Saturday, September 18, 2010

Near Death

Do you ever stare at the sky
Starting to wonder
Knowing that someday, you will die
Screaming inside you crave to plunder

All those bad things you crave to forget
Cry a river until you are broken
That body you threw into that ocean, you sweat
Then speak until you have spoken

Your time is up
You will die
Your crimes; there aren't enough
You wont be coming back, so say "good bye"


Take that knife
End your life

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