We were friends way back in the day
Still so young, we found time to play...
I think about death a lot,
I think of what it would be...
My senses awaken at the sight of this place
I've been here before but for a different face...
My tears tell me I'm falling apart from this...
and I only take those sobs as my weakness...
I remember best
when we were young children...
From the start I was told there will be no lies
The truth would be out in the open not hidden...
For my crime was a mistake,
To be punished for humanities sake...
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls...
I'm not a writer.
You can see words scribbled on this paper...
Two bullets
two guns...
Curled up,
crying silently...
Everything is going to go away
no more sorrow to go astray...