75: Dead Of Night

by Donavin   Nov 5, 2006


As I Walk Around In The Dead Of Night
I Drift Away Thinking Of Love...
Why Cant I Find It?
For I Want The Darkness To Leave...
Because She Will Bring Me Out
Out Of The Darkness
And For Once I Will Be Happy...
And There Would Be A Point
A Point To Living
As I Come To
A Car Swerves And Hits Me
My Body Flicked
Like A Rag Doll
And Rolling Into A Lust Ditch
Bushes And Plants
The Driver Keeps Going...
I Lie There Thinking
My Only Regret Is Not
Finding Someone That Loves Me
Weeks Go By Before Someone Finds Me
My Lifeless Body So Decomposed
That They Cant Not Tell Who It Is
The Sad Thing Is
That I Was Never Reported Missing...

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