Better Place.

by Michaela   Jul 22, 2007


Sparing my last breath, life on the line.
Tell mommy I'm not coming home tonight.
Suffocated deep until the bones clasper under my skin.
Falling in disorder, the light is going thin.
Sobbing slightly with a grin on my face, at least this way I'll be in a way better place.

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