I never thought
It would be me
Taken by sickness,
Pain, or disease
I never believed
Things could go black
Evil and senseless
With the strike of a match
Yet now I stand
In this very place
My head hung low
Gone with no trace
You led me here
And left me behind
Brought me to madness
And destroyed my mind
Now I'm lost
And I can't be saved
Illness has got me
I'm digging my grave
YOU ARE READING
Eternal Sleep
PoetryIn dedication of Olivia, Rest in peace 9/9/14 You were too young to take your life so soon. EARSE THIS DREAM: She had never lived, She had never died, She was always a ghost, Rotten, dead inside She hung from a rope, She fell to the grave, H...
