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Staring at the wall
hearing a scream
waking up in the da morning
to see the blood in the hall from the murder scene.
If I where murdered in cold blood tomorrow
would you show some love.
To finally realize the scream was mine
Asked Angels for the east too west too north too south, to let my family and friends to rest after an unsuspected death.
Let me into the heavens above.
Even with all my sins
I already said heartfelt confessions
Who's better to watch over a family and friends that deserve so much more.
Angles from the East to the West, from the north to the south
Please here this twisted prayer
| i really liked the way you worded this poem. it has a deep meaning and it can relate to most people. everyone thinks about death some time or an other. even though this is the rough draft it works well. keep up the good writing...oh...look at the third stanza...it could flow a bit more.|
|| Posted on 2008-03-07 00:00:00 | by Lover girl | [ Reply to This ] |