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.