Too Late
"Too Late" 11 - 02 - 01 it's numb, so dull this life, this hopeless soul it's dead, it's thoughtless this cold and useless corpse it lived, once felt the pains of the world now ended it's own life with the rusted, jagged knife it lay on the floor so silent, so serene not even an hour again it expressed, had some meaning now that hour has past the people surround, aghast him, of all people, who would have thought but no one paid any attention to his cries of help, THESE THOUGHTS Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 06:46 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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