GRAVEYARD
Sitting here among the stones
My body weary to its bones
Raindrops falling all around
Mixed with tears they soak the ground
Wet and cold I feel a shiver
Knees are weak they start to quiver
Slowly now I try to rise
Gazing upward to the sky
Asking God to please forgive
For I have no desire to live
Too much pain, too much dread
The cold hard steel pressed to my head
Falling roughly to my knees
My finger now begins to squeeze
Contemplating all you said
Your final wish comes true:
I’m dead.
 lissla_KelAyr_Aurora · Thu Oct 12, 2006 @ 05:47am · 0 Comments |
