This is a framed in my house. Just me trying to invision for my mom as she layed to rest. Couple years ago. Kinda harsh so no offense. For Gina Milligan -The Voice Of Death- The pain strikes To her beating heart There must be a finish to this start No track of time Nights to days Days to nights Struggling not to drown Waves of depression come and go His lies.....all his lies Bile comes to her throaght As the images capture her once and again Along with, comes the want To tear out his heart and spit in his face The vast empty space The haven to her hell Sweetly sour the voice in the wind Comes to her Whispers in hear ear...e to me You are safe now Lay your head to rest And never wake up Nobody can hurt you here The voice slowly fades away No sense of feel No sense of taste Tingling to numbness Eyes too heavy to stay open Perfect serenity and peace The voice echoes Come to me...e to me It beckons to her Nothing left to fight Filled with the emptyness etched in her soul She whispers goodbye All is silent... As she lays with the voice of death
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 04:00:53 +0000
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