Dying In the Woods
Swinging rope from a dead tree. The winter closes in on me . Hang myself and
take this I took my last breath. Say goodbye to the me you never could love. Now
what will you do? I told you I'm gone. Blackend eyes to help you turn and look
away...We die and are forgotten... Let the silence put you to sleep.
Copyright © Catia Davis | Year Posted 2008
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