If i die before i wake

The puddle forms on the floor
all the pain and anger locked out
the door
warnings were giving but know its
too late......
one thing sad in laughter
another in hate......
Drip.....
the puddle fills
and the red poison reveals
a life's story
the Truth the real.....
the pains locked away but
never is the lid sealed
Drip....Drip....Drip.....
falling faster
dieing slowly
crawl in a ball
pull the bible closer
nothings gonna help
red death is almost gone
but the plague falls upon
the helpless body
as she hear the ringing of the phone.....
"baby i love you
and care for you
it's true no matter
what you look like
together
well make it threw i love you"
a life was lost all form hate
the words of love came to late.