I toss and turn on a cold lonely bed.
I'm dreaming a horrible dream.
There you are before me screaming my name over and over.
Asking my why I did this.
Why I swallowed all those pills with a whole bottle of vodka.
I slowly awaken still hearing my name being called out.
I open my eyes to death.
It's rotted face with black eye sockets.
I scream.
It grasps both my wrists with rotten cold hands.
And sucks out my soul.
Leaving my body cold and listless.
Takes my soul down to the fiery depths of hell.
I'm gone forever.
Author notes
just a poem I've had in my mind for a few days.
Written May 4th, 2006
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