by Jess May 15, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
With my final breath, I call to you, and only hope that you can hear my dying wish. Every step that's closer, I get a fearful twinge. Down through my spine, and calling my name through the rain, is the one that I thought I didn't have, yet every breath causes me more pain. I can't stop thinking of him, yet every time i close my eyes, I see his face, and start to cry, start to tremble, and with my every tear, on my wrists develops a cut, and tears turn to blood, and tears turn to blood, running down my face. As the breaths slowly come to a close, I call to you. Now that I no longer exist, you breath a sigh of relief. |