by StarGazer May 13, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
As I lie there sick and weak. I can feel that I'm close to death, in pain and agony. I can taste the sweet taste of blood on my lips. Sometimes I dread death but not this time. I wish I was dead. Out in the darkness I hear a sound that made me trimble. As I reached out for a brief moment, my soul, my memories, my hopes, and my dreams were all gone. |