The reaper has my soul, by Lost~N~lonely
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I sit here in class fealing really tired, weakened from your
existance in my mind. Tick ,tock tick tock of the clock.
time to close my eyes and go to a place far from home. im
drifting wish i would have never left. I miss my best friend
a device to slice my wrist. a puddle of blood surrounds me
on the floor people scream as they open the ambulance door.
in lay in the hospital on a white bed the a bright light
shines on my head. Her eyes are dialated i heard some one
say. I dont think shes gonna make it . My spirt drift and
screams cant you see me . I stair at my cold body . Motified
how could i kill me self over a guy? I scream and yell but
its no use they cant see me anymore plainly as if i were
still alive and ignored like before. I hear the reaper
coming and run out the door. It's too late he caught me by
surpise hey wait a minuet this looks like my guy, the one i
kill my self over as i said once before. He drags soul into
a dark hole and then closes the door. Trapped once before
Copyright ©Lost~N~lonely |
Posted: 2005-07-08 05:16:11 UTC |
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