The Crime
Contributed by
crimson_regret420
on
Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 10:11:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I'm lost and forgotten,
As my head ahces,
It's cozy and warm,
Yet my body still shakes,
Death calls for me,
Alone in this room,
I cover my ears,
But there it still looms,
I clutch my stomach,
Whom food has forgotten,
I pull closer my clothes,
Made of thin and worn cotton,
I feel no warmth,
From the fire before me,
It looks as I feel,
Dying and lonely,
Death would be a relief,
Then things would be okay,
But I'm not sure I'm ready,
To give life away,
The light is now fading,
It's finally time,
My heart beats its last,
At the scene of the crime.
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2005-07-02 22:11:21] (Date/Time posted on
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