A Fatal Scare
An experience close to death, a nightmare. Stuck in the images that control my
mind I can't look behind and see if he's still there it's not fair. Fair for you to take
him for an order of hate that's not yet been denied to fate it's not right. Why can't
he live he's life and fight the fight?... Please not me to, I want to go somewhere
and be somebody, please not me to. Life, it's not right just... just please turn of
the lights.
Copyright © Janise Tucker | Year Posted 2006
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