Deathbed
By Shane
Memories surround my head, As I sit here waiting in my bed My friends they visit nervously Almost as though they don’t know me My hours are few, But friends must meet their own curfews They may never see me again, But they can’t be late again I hope I die in time for them, Die for their convenience They live like slaves, I ask who’s dying really? Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 03:04 AM PST 10 • 0
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