O Death
Why did you come to me? Your face is on my mind. Oh death, why me? What did I ever do to deserve such as you? Oh death, why me? Perhaps there will be no answer, or one later coming… Oh death, why me? Why did you take someone, so very special to me? Oh death, why me? Is there someone I’d never meet; if not for her death? Oh death, why me? Is she that little voice inside of me, who seems to be telling me, what’s right and what’s not? Oh death… Why me? © Jonathan Wikkins November 13th, 2001 Revised February 10, 2008 All Rights Reserved Written November 13th, 2001 Revised February 10, 2008 © on Nov 13 2001 09:23 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff angst
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