I faintly remember the past.
The way things use to be,
All the never-ending hate,
All the everlasting pain.
How come death is all I see?
A prison full of death is not a place for me.
A place for me is the dark,
Where I can't see all the pain,
Where I hear nothing but silence.
Songs of death flow through my mind.
Death is all I dream about.
A whisper in the wind,
A scream in the night.
An old familiar voice from deep within.
The powerful forcing voice took over my mind.
The cutting and slicing sounds I heard was the last sounds of life.
A life that would no longer be.
I was left in the arms of death to die.
The beginning of time for some, the end for others.
So close to heaven but so far away.
So close to hell in so many different ways.
The darkness is getting closer, the end is almost here.
One more day and the world will no longer be with me.
The end is the beginning for me.
I take my last breath of life.
A life that is dead, but now reborn in a different world.
A world without pain,
Without hate,
Where it's dark,
Where it's silent.
The perfect place for me.
By: RLB June 11, 1997
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