Fading To Darkness
A time to fly
A time to live
A time to die
As I take this blade to my wrist
I cut it with a swift flick
As my worries and fears drain away
I start to remember our memories
They flash in front of me
Those flashes of joy
I start to slip
I feel i'm falling
It's getting dark
I feel your kiss one last time
But it's to late I'm already dying
I feel so bad for what I've done
But it's to late because now
I'm Gone.
Copyright © Chenet Wimmer | Year Posted 2011
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