Trip
when I look upon my trip
in my heart I feel a fear,
my mind gets eerie thoughts
as if my time has come near.
so much I could have done
so much I could have accomplished,
but now I'm hearing scary messeges
from my subconscious.
when I lay at night to rest
I see visions of my death,
now I'm left wondering
what did I do to deserve that horrible death.
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harrydawgposted on 02/10/2008
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