a sinners death
The last breath I take
The last smile I fake
The last step I walk
The last hand I hold
My body slowly turning cold
Tell my story
Relieve me of my pain
Death, walk towards me
Grab my lifeless soul
And take me with you
Why take the innocent
When you can have a man
Whos sins
Were as numbered
As the clouds in the sky
Whose hands were as bloody
As a surgeon after operation
Whos heart bleed with pain and regret
Whose mind was trapped by lust and wealth
The last dollar I spend
The last evil thing I defend
The last tear I shed
The last day I dread
Because now im
dead
This poem is about:
Our world