I Know This, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

I know this feeling all too well 
I've felt it once before 
Forced upon to do what I didn't ask for 
I only pray it's over soon 
As so my soul may descend into the heavens 
Free me from these hands 
Which bind me to the ground 
Free me from these boulders 
Which crush my feet into the dirt 
The pressure is too much 
The weight 
The heat 
The smell 
I wish my nose was gone 
Ripped from my face 
So that I wouldn't vomit 
Everytime I take a breath 
Just stick the knife through my heart 
Before you run away you coward 
I want no memory of tonigt 
I want only to be in Gods grace 
Away from this world he created 
And the men like you that inhabit it
Posted: 2005-04-10 02:20:53 UTC

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