Signs. Poem by Dislocated Heart

they feel death upon me..
dreams have occur..
things have been said..
signs are shown..

what am I to do?

when death stares you right in the face..
everyday a new sign appears..
I never used to believe.. till recently..
signs are much bigger..
cars are a lot closer..
almost everyday..
something nearly happens..

I'm not gonna say.. hey I'm wayy to young to die..
if its my time.. then i guess it'll be good bye.

(based on a dream my dad had bout me dying.)