Monday, December 15, 2008

Memoirs of Monique Part 4

Death Approaches

Staring into his eyes, watching as he dies.
I never meant this to end, I never meant his time to be spend.
Slide my hand under shirt as he lies in the dirt.
Trying to feel something still real.
Searching for some heat, waiting for his heart to beat.
Take my hand from his chest, Now its time for him to rest.
I guess he’s dead, that’s what all they said.
Still trying to remember what all went through my head.
Feeling him cold as he lays in death’s hold.
See my grin, was it such a sin?
Murder in my mind, I was only being kind.


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Now that He's gone!!!!!!!!!!
Grieving over him leaving, now he’s gone.
What did I do wrong?
I know now I’m left alone to fight on my own.
Unable to survive, unable to keep my heart alive.
I walk into the room, feeling the gloom,
As I lay awake my spirits starts to break.
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