You twitch,
On your bed
As you switch,
From the living to the dead.
You start to cry,
With dull screams,
Now say goodbye,
To all your crushed dreams
You contort,
In disgusting ways
Gone: your support,
Here; The end of your days
You regret,
Drinking the vile,
But don’t fret,
You have less than awhile.
Your heart,
Is pumping much too fast.
You knew from the start,
You wouldn’t last.
Your brain,
Starts to melt
It’s more pain,
Than you’ve ever felt
You gasp,
For more air
As you grasp,
And pull out your hair
Your breath,
Leaves you
Your death,
Will be more by few
Because nothing you ever said was true.
May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
You twitch,
On your bed
As you switch,
From the living to the dead.
You start to cry,
With dull screams,
Now say goodbye,
To all your crushed dreams
You contort,
In disgusting ways
Gone: your support,
Here; The end of your days
You regret,
Drinking the vile,
But don’t fret,
You have less than awhile.
Your heart,
Is pumping much too fast.
You knew from the start,
You wouldn’t last.
Your brain,
Starts to melt
It’s more pain,
Than you’ve ever felt
You gasp,
For more air
As you grasp,
And pull out your hair
Your breath,
Leaves you
Your death,
Will be more by few
Because nothing you ever said was true.
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