Last Time 1-18-06

by Amanda Clayburn   Feb 5, 2006


No voice
No soul
How can you live?
Nothing inside?
Blood as red wine
Picking at your blood clot
Bursting it open
Slowly
And almost motionless
Pain has always came to you
No since of life, right?
When could you give up?
Shameless thoughts
Nothing shatters form you body
Only shredded memories
You miss being a school child
Praying every night
Making sure
You could live just one more day
When you took the last kiss
Falling so quietly
Resting
Patiently
Wanting more out of life

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