What I See Before I Die.

Hear the trumpet sounding,
And oh this heart is pounding,
While every thought is drowning,
Purple flowers are browning.

Maggots break the molding skin,
In the end just one will win,
Christians pray for thier last sin,
Others let the darkness in.

Nothing left for me to say,
I sit back and enjoy the day,
In a slightly nervouse way,
Just to keep my fears at bay.

by Iamapencil
posted on 09/10/2009