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On my smokey deathbed.Category: (general)
Monday, 15 June 2009
03:28:18 AM (GMT)
As my eyes flutter open,I stare at the cracked and stained ceiling.
I'm not where I'm supposed to be;the wallpaper is peeling.
This isn't real,this isn't real,I keep telling myself.
My eyes see the smoke coming from the top shelf.

This depression hangs over me as I walk around,blind.
I smell rotted corpses and near-broken minds.
The fumes have traveled into my body,through my skin.
I can't think straight....the walls are closing in.

Cigarette ashes fall from the sky.
What my love had told me was more than a lie.
He said he'd be here forever and always.
Now I stare at his body,watching as it decays.

The swing is still swinging back and forth.
My heart is still beating,but the beat is short.
I drop to the ground,and call out for help.
Why,oh why have I done this to myself?

Nobody comes,and here I lay.
Waiting patiently for my last damn day.

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‹♠♫ßιρσlαя•έυρнσяια♪♠› says:   15 June 2009   684488  
im lost. i dont understand....
are you dying together or is he dying? or are you dying.
CourtneaDear....im so lost....forgive me... 
 
SexFlavouredPancakes says :   15 June 2009   246649  
LOLOL.
He's already dead and I'm dying. o.o
 

 
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