Dark Poetry #4 |
Angel of death |
Kerri Souza Junior Member
since 2003-01-17
Posts 18R.I. |
Feelings I cant hide I sit and wait to die. I try to live with dark clouds flowing over my head. I cant hide from the worst as fast as I can run the feelings they still come. I hide under my bed at night cry myself to sleep feeling the worst kind of fright begging for my life to be speared holding my breath so it doesn't rush out and disappear. Just one more minute, hour, day I beg you please leave me be just go away. Angel of death upon my head wings of gray and black hold my hand tell me its OK as I fight for one more day. As I fight for just one more way. Kerri [This message has been edited by Kerri Souza (04-18-2005 09:44 PM).] |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thats cool, more of a who really has the control thing. Pretty cool. -GIS John 12:25 He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal. |
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