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~Six feet down and staring up~

Contributed by inkmaster on Sunday, 17th January 2010 @ 10:48:29 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Unspoken words, unmovable seized hands,
Time itself is frozen deep in the sands!
Staring straight up, everyone looking down.
Not sure which way my soul will flow,
Lost in the fog, stuck six feet down,
underneath the white snow haze,
stock tight to the hardend ground.
I feel the thoughts of my lost acquisitions,
As life has wondered bye,
I really wished that I had waited,
I would had done more as life slowely faded.
Heaven or Hell, I am not sure of my fate,
quess I will know when I never wake.
I lived my life to its fullest sined everyday.
Now no more days left there is not anthing left to say.
No longer anyplace solid,
no longer a place left to dwell.
My skin is ice cold, my eyes no longer tell.
Nobody seems to notice, life s taken its last strut.
I know not where I am going life is just a rut,
Laying here jaded waiting for the reaper to prance,
seems I have run out of luck.
Somehow I wish I could undo everything I did forget chance.
My body is cold, while my thoughts still awake,
Is this the way it ends last move checkmate.
~Inkmaster~ (C) 2010

Copyright © inkmaster ... [ 2010-01-17 10:48:29]
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