Death lingers this night above our heads my friend
Your clammy hands lose their grasp
Your wet eyes roll in the back of you head
All of a sudden you are not a person, your soul has left
Back to God you creator
Oh roam in paradise but don't forget me
I will join you soon
My eyes slowly close
The last things I see are red and blue lights and hear the sirens
Many regrets I have about this night
Oh if only we had worn our seatbelts
Back to your creator by yumpop3188
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Words: 92, Published: 12/14/2003
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