A tear shed another dead

by christine   Nov 26, 2006


While the grim reaper deals his last card and it demonstrates my death
i see the crimson tears he cries for me i try to hold on to my last breath
i feel numb inside my body's cold
i feel his breath upon my face
Life is drifting from my body as i take of it my last taste!
The last taste of life!!
A tear shed a another dead

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