Dead but not ready to die, its just an average day, by lost the lonely dead
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Im not ready to die
not ready to lay down
not ready to die
NOT READY TO DIE
Yet all around i see darkness coming
And something is mystically brewing
My death is set the fate not my choice
Hollow they rot and spill an average day
Im not ready to die
Im not ready to fall
not ready to die
NOT READY TO DIE
All around the dead faces stare point and laugh
But I've seen those eyes before the eyes of dead fish
At least my death was not of my choosing
Dead fish living in human flesh invade on an average day
But im not ready to die
im not ready to falter
not ready to die
IM NOT READY TO DIE
Falling down keeling over they're all around me
What has this society come to? Disease breeds
Im all alone in the hope to live for something more
Cultivating death life goes on just an average day
im not ready to die
im not ready to burn
Jesus im not ready to die
NOT READY TO DIE
Can lives be saved? can death be overthrown
Who could heal us dead now you upon a throne?
Meds ive tried do not heal they cope but do not feel
I miss them all im dying dying dead just an average day
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| Posted: 2007-02-08 07:26:40 UTC |
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| 2005-12-08 06:18:19 | lost the lonely dead |
| i am in some way and not in others and after you my good friend wrote that other poem you got me thinking....i'd like to mix the two but im not sure how if you're for the idea maybe we will sometime *shrugs* |