Mood: ......
Listening To: Metallica - The Unforgiven II
Death's Bed
Needles and spikes,
My death; devine.
Anger and hatred,
Begone, the wicked.
I am laid,
on Death's bed.
Claimed to threat,
Eternal rest.
I am laid,
on Death's bed.
Nothing changed,
Torn in pain.
I am laid,
on Death's bed.
Of anger and hatred,
My patience; depleted.
I am laid,
on Death's bed.
I dare to whisper;
for a saving prayer.
It's funny how
things never change in this family with my absence. People tell me, my
family loves me. But what I get, is disrespect once I step into the
house; with words of doubt and anger.