gone
once so alive
now is dead
laying face down from shame
he strove to live
but face down in the bed
only himself to blame
He falls from grace
flat on his face
with nothing but the rope to hold his head
blood he would taste
what life is a waste
tears of blood he seemed to shed
by
TheDarkShadowposted on 05/12/2008
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