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Irrational fear of death.


Submitted:Mar 5, 2007    Reads: 128    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Oh God

What have I done

I've turned my back on everything that's good

Running and running

With fear grasping at my neck

Am I to simply let go

Will I be consumed by my own desires

My own needs

It doesn't matter anymore

What's right or wrong

Death's smile is growing wider now

My panic growing wilder

Growing inside

The fire that shall soon

Consume me

Oh God

Then let it be





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