"Poetry is food for the soul!"
Fluke
So Low
So low
Caught in the blackness now
There's no one out there
Save me
Keep me close
Can't be alone anymore
Don't want these tears
Can't fight it anymore
So weak
Locked in a cage
Let me rot away to bone
Sun, taunting me
Betrayed with a kiss
Never ending torture
Want to run
Want to hide
Want to die
Wish I'd never been born
Evil world
Evil me
So scared
So alone
So low...
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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