DeathI must not die, must stay awake today.
Must fight for my right to live on this earth.
I can't let myself rot and then decay.
I must fight through to find out what I'm worth.
My life is fading fast, I must hold on
This wound is almost more than I can bear.
Been lying here in my blood before dawn.
I'd fight to live but really, who would care.
I trusted you to stand and back me up.
You let me down and left me out to dry.
I hope you know that you would bear the cup,
If I were to give up and chose to die.
My love for you is that of a brother.
But it looks like I should have chose "n' other.
Poetry by Rhett
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Written on 2006-10-26 at 23:11
Tags Disappointment  Defeat
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