Bang
You fall to the floor,
I wont let you,
Walk over me anymore.
Some,
Tears flow from my eyes,
I'll try not to,
Be drowned in my sullen cries.
Life,
Such a painful thing,
I will deny,
The tears sadness it will bring.
Death,
A nice warm escape,
I will let it,
Be the icing on the cake.
End,
Of my short story,
Don't need to cry,
Who would cry over my death?
No one. |