my death
I look back now on all I have become
and ask myself was it all worth it
was it worth this suffering that is being caused
was this the right decision to make
it was right for me but what about them?
they that are now suffering in the end
the ones that loved me most I have now let down
and sad inside I am
the angels cry upon my shame
the heavens cry hell upon my name
in neither place may I survive
for died have I in both
doom has foretold this horrid time
a time when all would end
for with my death
it all will end
and never be whole again.
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XneurotoxicXposted on 04/14/2008
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