2004-10-25 - 2:09 AM
Whatever I feel
Is crushed by nothing
A life of emptiness
That longs for something
But it's a little past 3
And still nothing remains
Except for faded scars
That remind me of pain
Still biding my time
Till 67 past 25
When I'll become Death
Wielding the largest of knives
The first will be the worst
Of all the choices to be made
Both the good and the bad
Will decide my fate
So let the jury become one
And reach a final verdict
That may allow Death
A fatal wound to inflict
