Waiting for deathA Poem by bohemianmonkneed to vent
I feel it
That cold dark hand Is it you Tho void Your hand slipping in my chest Is it time to be free My time to feel this pain no more My heart it stings Is it time Death have you come to release me I wish my friends goodbye Closing my eyes slowly I smile I can rest finally and you can be free of me © 2014 bohemianmonk |
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Added on November 15, 2014 Last Updated on November 15, 2014 Author
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