Not Yet

by Amaranthine   Jun 22, 2008


Please, Don't kill me.
I'm not ready, Just not yet.
There are things to finish
To make amends with this dying life.

I must give them one last hug,
one last kiss, Just one last prayer.
I am scared to death,
But all I have is one last wish.

I wish you could stop the horrible things you do.
Make my life your last.
I don't understand why you did this.
I wish you could take it back.

Come on you took it all away.
I saw it before my eyes.
The horrid picture of you,
Slaughtering them all, down to my last cry.

Why would you? What purpose does it serve?

It's ok you can kill me, You'll get your chance.
For I will not go on living like this.

How could you kill my friends and family?
The only people who love me back.

Please don't kill me, Not Yet!
At least you owe me that.

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