Death shall be me

by Stacey Martin   Jan 24, 2005


Death shall be come of me,
I'm dying...
waiting for him to take me away from all the pain.
Death comes with sythe in hand,
tears stream down my eyes,
I wake up and the one I loved has stopped me for dying.
Each day passes I think,
Death will always be my pain and the one I loved
will see me once agian.

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