rody young Poems

death sets in my head like a heavy fog, it smiles it black tooth grin he brings me warmth and comfort, i feel no fear
my sences numb like novacane, i smile to put on a front and i know noone really cares, you say you do but you not even
here, laugh haha show me tell me how you really feel, the blade the cold blue steel brings sences to my flesh,
would you care ask your self, would it bother you? now the final hour aprotches your not here when i called for help,
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life driffting away like it never exested,
the sence of never beeing hold no resistance,
i smile and greet him with open arms,
i fear nothing it will be over soon,
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