Eyes closed now lay me down,
Put me 6 feet in the ground,
Where I'm going there isn't any sound,
As I drifting falling into this endless chasm,
What I see cannot be fathomed,
Up there just laying down but seems like I'm falling,
The drift is endless and goes on for years,
The ground is coming closer and drives me to fear,
Cause when I hit the ground I know I'll be splat,
But when it happens everything pauses,
The only thing I feel see is a trembling,
What is this fear pain?
Or is it regret for which I must end my shame,
Who am I?
What happened this once upon a time?
Then I wake up but my body can't move,
This plexy-glass that feels so smooth,
But I'm being carried and feels bumps and grooves,
This is the end game over I lose,
I was once a seemingly innocent little boy,
Who only read books wouldn't play with toys,
Now a person who pulls others down,
Which makes me a bad person am I wrong or am I right,
Now I am dead all day and all night,
The burden one carries isn't one that's light,
While I'm in my coffin turn out the lights,
It's wrong what they say when you die,
When you die you see dark instead of white.
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Words Of A Mircale
PoetryThese are the songs of my life, From blades that cut through my words, To a lifestyle that leaves the most brutal burns, Feel my presence exclusively from my fingers to the screen, I hope to get a few "I felt that" Hear the voice of each phrase, Hea...
