Death
Death
I wear my skin
Close to my heart
From outside in
Ripped clean apart
My soul is lost
My blood runs free
At such great cost
It's there to see
My heart it bleeds
My blood it flows
Onto my sleeve
As my life goes
My voice lies still
Silenced by will
My love is dead
My eyes don't see
My blood runs red
What's wrong with me
My ears don't hear
My hands don't hold
I cry no tear
Though I am cold
My mouth won't talk
My life bleeds out
My legs won't walk
There is no doubt
I am no more
Of that I'm sure
My time has come
To lay me down
For I am done
Upon the ground
This is my end
To one and all
Without a friend
My final call
Time marches on
Remember me
For I am gone
Not whom you see
I've lost my head
I'm surely dead
(C) Jane Shields
Copyright © Jane Shields | Year Posted 2017
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