A/N: This is one of my very, um, strange (?) poems. I had no idea what I was doing while writing it.
I will never be able to walk again
Never be able to speak
Never be able to see
Never be able to breathe
The only thing I will happily do
Is pass into eternal sleep
A/N: So... how was it? Pickingupthepieces, no you will NOT review saying it's awesome on account of death. It's getting boring, you know?