Banging on the glass
Screaming out your name
You can't hear me
As I cough up blood
The tears stream down these battered cheeks
You cant' see it
Because you're blinded by oncoming death
You drag yourself across the floor
Avoiding the spears of death in your side
Confuzed and lost in how it all started
A final blow pieres through your throat
The body lies there motionless on the ground
A final scream breaks the glass
But it's to late as I run to your side
Your body lays cold, the blood tainted on your face
Set free from the glass box
But with a cost. . .
 TearsofBlood · Thu Oct 14, 2004 @ 02:38am · 0 Comments |
