Dead
I open up my eyes and to my great surprise
He stands before me
He stands before me
I open my mouth but no sound comes out
It's an im-pos-ibitliityyyy
He stands before me
He stands before me
I blink and shake my head
I realize I'm in bed
I bleed from deep inside
Waiting for it to subside
I close my eyes and sigh
He is Deeeaaaddd
DEAD
DEAD
DEAD
I think I hear him now
No
Because he's..
DEAD
DEAD
DEAD
Deeaadddd.
YOU ARE READING
uhhh i don't know if I'd call this shit poetry... but yeah
PoesíaThis is just a bunch of stuff that pops into my head, while I'm TRYING to sleep...
