Run
My footsteps on the gravel
Breaks the silence in the air
Sharpe pains shoot through my body
And the wind blows through my hair
I feel the other pass me
And i bite down on my cheek
I hear my loved ones cheering
As my legs grow strained and weak
Tears have left me sightless
Growing dizzy in my head
The ache of this endeavor
Turns my arm into cold lead
I never really sought this
But i know how much you do
For you, i hurt and suffer
Limbs and fingers turning blue
My nose is leaking blood now
In my mouth, it taste like rust
I take a nasty tumble
Keeling over, bite the dust
By: K.M.P. (a.k.a. Cut Up Angel)
2007-09-29
09:18:59
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Corrections:
"Sharpe" should be Sharp
Arm should be plural
Other should be plural
2007-09-29
09:37:57 ·
update #1