If This Is How Im Set To Die,,,,,,,,
if this is how I'm set to die
alone and in this room
id rather that you close the door
of this imposing tomb
I lay my head against the stone
and all throughout the tomb
I watch as I see images
of my impending doom
So there I try to close my eye
and covering the doom
I hear a soft voice in my ear
that whispers to me,- soon
and up above the voices speak
their lullabies all loom
and there above my head revealed
the angels in the room
Copyright © Rachel Temkin | Year Posted 2011
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