still un-dead ( prt. 2), by sk8t3R gal 4 eva
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I'm almost dead
but not quite.
I'm sitting here,
waiting tight.
the knife on the ground
explains it all
as i lie
in the silent hall.
nobody around,
nobody to see
i see the light
as im on my knees,
i beg for them
to take me away
but i have nothing else
left to say.
for now i realize the real truth,
I'm still un-dead |
Posted: 2007-01-21 19:53:01 UTC |
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2007-01-15 21:57:00 | Chalan |
An interesting poem. |