Cut Slowly (Monotetra Poetry)
Life's waiting knife now calls me outI walk forward without any doubt
I wonder what it's all about
I sit and wait, I sit and wait
As the sun sets on this still day
I feel my heart slowly decay
I then lay down and start to pray
I've gone astray, I've gone astray
Night is here and what do I feel
The threat of a sharp, terse ideal
Life now makes its solemn appeal
It can't be real, It can't be real
At last impaled, I fall to feet
Knifes attack and now make me weak
I said I was sorry, love me
Tears come to eyes, Tears come to eyes
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-10-15 at 17:10
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