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Killing Me
All I do is stare terrified at your open casket,
watch the blood flow and utter a pitiful cry.
I cant help you yet I hear myself screaming out,
your digging your own grave and all I can do is stand by.
A petal from a rose, a handful of dust.
A large bright moon, the rain fleets down.
I don’t want to lay you to rest, I don’t want this.
I’m screaming I’m crying yet you don’t utter a sound.
It’s dragging me down, it’s going to smother you.
Your taking your last breaths but you still can’t see,
I’m trying to help you, yet you wont listen.
I don’t want to say goodbye, how could you do this to me?
I really think ash has the potential to be the best writer of our generation. i think her peoms are all touched by her serious hand of pained memeroies.