Alone

by Matt   Aug 5, 2004


Floor is stained red
from all those who have bled
fore he is not the first
he cannot think of anything worse
than being alone with out her

she has left him
now he’s alone
lying in his blood
on the cold cold stone

his grief is gone
his tears are dried
no one know he has died

alone by himself
he waits in the darkness
to meet his final end

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