Time To Die

by CHOKE   Jul 8, 2005


Sad as this may be,
life is but a broken dream.
The angel of death has come to visit me,
to put me in an internal sleep.
To put my painful memories to rest,
to put my life to the test.
No longer will I scream,
no longer will I dream.
No longer will I cry,
for it's time to die,
to be put out of my misery.

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