Rotted

by K*Miller*   Jan 25, 2006


As I lay here rotting away
my arm starts to decay
smelling like a demon had just been slayed
I wait and pray for the day
when you will rescue me and say
you are the one to take my pain away
theres nothing left for me to do or say as I lay here rotting away

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