D.E.A.D.

by Hernan   Jul 26, 2004


Days and night i would lay in bed and cry.
Every night i would think bout how much my life sucked.
After, i would go get my buddy and play wit it.
Dead people would be close to me after wat i did to them.
Now is my time to do wat i did to those innocent people.
And that is i should be D.E.A.D.
My buddy is my gun i use it every where i go.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments