Monday, August 29, 2005

.::. Last Moments .::.

Life wraps you up, in the daily grind.
Pulling you in, as you loose your mind.

Days fly by, months move quickly.
Now you lay, hoping to go swiftly.

Your mind is lost, your life is gone.
All thats left, is mornings dawn.

Looking back, upon your life.
You stare in wonder, at the knife.

Blood drips slowly, on the rug.
Would things be different, without the drugs.

Alas it's time to die, deaths bell is ringing.
The reaper greets you, bone finger reaching.


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