My eyes are rolling
These words are foreboding
And my life is eroding.
The hearts are rotting
Your face is knotting
These feelings are mocking
And your fate is knocking.
The reaper is rapping
Our souls are flapping
These words are foresaking
And we are partaking.
A slow death.
Adrienne Zobell 4/12/09 3:04 p.m
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