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by Rad Apr 24, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
The melody of my heart beats rapidly Sending blood through my veins A sigh escaped parched lips, As I lay silently, staring at the ceiling. My tombstone already made, As if they know I'm going to die. A hole dug 6 feet deep, Ready for me to sleep. Now laying in the darkened coffin, No one stands beside it. For no one cares I died, They are all arider. Now buried deep underground, No one sheds a tear, Because you left me broken. Theres nothing left of me. All theres left to say, is that you are my DEADLY SORROW.