he said my eyes
gasped like a dying breath
and he wasn't going to wait around
for the funeral.
I'm beginning to think that I should not write poetry past midnight, it always turns out like this.
damn. cold bastard
This is very sad.... But it is still very powerful. Sometimes I guess we have to experience the sad things in life to really cope with them.
you must write what comes to you!
hmm...it's morbid but i can understand the man's pain, funeral suck so much. nice work