Death's Dawn

February 12, 2015

I feel it every day

Breathing on my neck

I felt it yesterday

When I felt like a wreck

It's all around me

Inside and Out

Is anyone there to see

Or here me shout

Take light upon your loved ones

For they can help

Don't pick up knives or guns

For you will yelp

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