Okay, another proof of my poem disaster or what ever you may call it,

Why is it that you are a victim?

Tangled in a war between life and death

Knowing the end you close your eyes,

Let the tears dry up and play nice

Why is it that death no longer frightens you?

Locked up in a cell you wait as darkness covers and rebels

Waiting for death how long you don't know

As the waves hit the surface with a splash and go

it was certain that every thing has stopped

Ended rested -

Why were you cruel enough to leave? Asked a graveled voice

You killed me-whispered the waves

And so light you never knew what was haven and where it all grew

But yet we stand still as we wait for the time to fill.