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In my grave I lay
Watching my spirit fly away
No need to worry about me
My soul won't be here, roaming free

I will leave this world far behind
I'm waiting for you to give me the sign
Its shiny surface stares at me
Wanting, calling for me to be free

Who is there? What is there to care?
The rope hanging so peaceful, Why is nothing fair?
Suffocating with no air to breathe
It's just something no one will believe

Down the dark path
With nothing to float my raft
No home, no one to turn to
You just wouldn't have a clue.

What's roaming in my mind
Is just three simple lines
I want to sigh
I want to cry
And I want to die.

No love is shown anymore
As I fall to the floor
My flashes before me
And I know I can never be free.

(c)Krys Emerald

I want to write a poem about death. So Ill work on it.