Death
I am tired
My heart stop beating
This game of life
Doesn't seem fun anymore
My eyes are weary
My pupils are closing
Silence is all around
The death angel stands at the door
He's calling I am trembling
My bones are crumbling
I am cracking
He's chuckling
The audience is waving
Children baling
Parents sobbing
Love ones nodding
The candle is lit
The light is off
The end is at hand
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2010
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