Down Hill
My life is falling down hill.
Is this world even real.
I can kind of feel, the things around me.
It sounds to me like death.
So I take a deep breath.
Something has a grasp.
Then i feel a rasp, upon my body.
This sensation makes me feel droddy.
An abyss of darkness.
endless and always heartless.
Corrupted people with broken minds.
There are to many kinds to face.
So i try and show no trace, of myself.
Copyright © Dylan Smith | Year Posted 2011
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