Death
Death surrounds me on every side, It’s like I live in a morgue. I often try to run and hide, But I can’t get away.
No matter how happy or depressed I act, It never goes to far. So I embrace the painful fact, That I can’t get away.
It tares me up inside and out, To see my loved ones die. It hurts to much to live like this, Of that I can no longer lie.
I want it just to leave alone, My family and my pets. It hurts to always live like this, To cry myself to sleep.
xXemodestructionXx · Thu Dec 14, 2006 @ 01:11am · 0 Comments |