Devilish Bliss

June 3, 2010
I wait for the day
My sun will turn black
My world will grow cold
My body goes slack
My pain shall soon end
For death I'll befriend
And learn not to fear
The dark that grows near
The memories I hold
Are worn, torn and old
They bring out the hate
And make me irate
I'm sick of the crap
That I have been through
I'm sick of my life
I know you are, too
We'll end it together
My love forever
And be free from this-
A devilish bliss

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