You laid there
Tattered and worn
Out of people's view
And as they passed your nearly corpsed body
Your heart became weaker still and
Your eyes turned to grey
With no one to see
Your frailness and delicacy
Your limp figure cried
And with no one by your side through the tears and the glum
You could do nothing but dread
The bag of bones you'd soon become
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
You laid there
Tattered and worn
Out of people's view
And as they passed your nearly corpsed body
Your heart became weaker still and
Your eyes turned to grey
With no one to see
Your frailness and delicacy
Your limp figure cried
And with no one by your side through the tears and the glum
You could do nothing but dread
The bag of bones you'd soon become
