my heart is cold and angry
and my life is all alone
my friends are falling before me
and my career is on its own
my past is now the present
my future gone up in smoke
i have no life to live
and my life is just a joke
my death is what i fear
wait my fear is not my death
my fear is dying slowly
and the coffin in which i rest
for my first love i have lost
and my strength is what i need
for if i fall in love again
i pray my soul to bleed
2007-12-19
15:10:55
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➔ Poetry