38.

Lethal Weapon


I feel my end is near, you know
A feeling inside, down below
Below my silent heart it lies
Hidden, Screaming, Loud it cries
Scolding me for lack of hope
Telling me that I can’t cope
The feeling grows, invades my mind
Nothing good is left behind
More and more melancholy,
I start to die. Slowly. Slowly.
First my heart, and then my mind
My little red tears aren’t far behind.