Lights Out
Death feels good when you're choking on your last breath
With tons of worry and fret
No consciousness is left
Constantly in a daze
Just counting down the days
But it never ends
I awaken another day and you're not here
How will my time be spent
Broken down in a hell bent
No one to turn to
No one to vent
It's a beautiful image
But hollow inside
As black as the eyeliner that masks the eyes
Sitting alone
Not wanting to go home
In a room to imitate
In the right mind state
To contemplate
While she's hating the wait
As time decided her fate
Copyright © Kristine Baca | Year Posted 2011
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