Once as white as the snow upon the ground, now the dirt is all around. The guilt, a feeling I cannot escape. Now I know my fate, for I will die by you even if it is by my own hand. I cannot live with the memory, my death, my final breath all your fault. The sound of screams fill my ears, far away and disappears. I feel the metal rip my skin, the subtle sound of my heart pounding' in my ears. The gasps confirm all my fears, upon my cheek and on my lips I feel and taste the salty tears. Am I dead or alive, was it all a dream, will I survive? you decide
2007-12-15
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