Thinking

by midnights angel   Jan 13, 2006


Every time i take a breath,
I'm just one closer to my death.
And every moment I'm around,
I'm just one closer to the ground.

I think of all the blood Ive bled,
And wonder why I'm not yet dead.
And when i lay down to sleep,
I go to my world so dark and deep.

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  • 19 years ago

    by midnights angel

    Thanks

  • 19 years ago

    by StormShadow

    Good poem, its a touch dark and chilling, uve ritten it with some clever lines esp the 2nd pair of lines in the first stanza.

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