The whip to your hide,
never before these feelings inside.
As you try with your all to carry on.
Playing the whipping boy, Gods pawn.
So another sun sets on a day in your reality.
So your left with no one but your memories
of grassy fields and red leafed trees.
As it all fades to black.
As you have that final heart attack.
Was it all worth the pain.
All the stress slowly driving you insane?
Why would you let it all gang up
and make it end so Abrupt?
So while you fly from this mud-ball
you won't go to heaven unless you fall.

06/07/1999

Posted on 12/15/2003
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