Dieing at midnight

by mysterious lady   Oct 6, 2006


Choking in gasping for air
No one can hear her gasping for that beautiful air
she lays on her bed dieing at night
and no one can hear her dieing at midnight
no one knows she dead
because everyone is in bed
goodnight my darling
goodnight that innocent soul
you were so young, and no one even knows your gone
shh my darling, your okay now

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