Sweetness
Every time I think of you
my eyes they bleed tears,
Shadows in my memories,
remind me of all your fears.
Consuming me and killing you,
our childrens cry,there sorrow true .
I feel the pressure, crushing me down
I hear the drums from up under the ground
The sickness the sadness I'd die to be free.
my barrowed time is running out on me.
James ...................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2010
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