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Sincerely,
Little Leprechaun
"Life" 4 - 10 - 01
I awake to dark
cold with Fear
Alone in this bed
so Alone in here
No amount of tears
will console my Soul
What good is there in talking
to a dark, black hole?
I twist and squirm
in a nightmare of Hell
With it's flames surrounding
Demon's hands and claws
crushing bones and pounding
but even thru this
these nightmares of Hell
I find my sleep
and a story to tell
of the dreams I have
of a life so badly wasted
and of a soul so lonely
its sour when tasted
like a rotten piece of fruit
Life rejected me
for better; for worse
i think I will see...