Sunday, 31 January 2010

Death's Time Piece

That tick of the wrist has come for me,
No more shall I breath or love,
Have the fates laughed at my destiny,
Or will I arise once again; confusion,
Disaster is mine to keep; day long past,
Are, but a memory and to go would be free,
To be trapped in this body is almost to much,
When it comes I shall be glad, when it comes,
I shall be gone as the mist; flouting in,
Time and space; all that has been,
Is long over; I shall take heed the lessons,
I've learned; future unknown as it should be!

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