Untitled Feb. 10, 2005
Stinging pain
Veins rush with poison
Paralysis takes over my body
I've felt this way
before, but when was
I ever so still?
A smile creeps or so
I think to myself
Nothing moves as my
breath begins to shorten
As I lay here dying
the wind caresses my face
I feel so warm even though
the end is near
Slither in the grass is what
I hear before sleep
consumes kissing my
eyes softly
Stinging pain
Veins rush with poison
Paralysis takes over my body
I've felt this way
before, but when was
I ever so still?
A smile creeps or so
I think to myself
Nothing moves as my
breath begins to shorten
As I lay here dying
the wind caresses my face
I feel so warm even though
the end is near
Slither in the grass is what
I hear before sleep
consumes kissing my
eyes softly
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Sound good?
so how's it hanging?