Death Upon My Soul - Poem by Allen gill
Cold and unwilling I feel it's hand choking my soul
I can not truely last, memories of what I loved flash like a camera pictures forever burned on my brain this is where i lay sobbing in the rain calling for my bestfriend jane dying slowly on passion of my lover dreams are caving in i cannot take this pain my hand falls in a bloody stain it's my blood the rain falls on i am no more I've hit the floor
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