Laying on my deathbed, <br />Wishing those words to be unsaid, <br />Like nails on a chalkboard, <br />It makes me cringe, <br />But one day, one day, <br />I shall seek my revenge. <br /> <br />Deeper and deeper, my grave I dig, <br />My sorrow song fills thee air, <br />As I scream and cry a painful melody, <br />While ripping out my hair. <br /> <br />My vision went blurry, <br />I had gone too far, <br />For this cut, will not only make a scar, <br />I shall die a thousand deathes, <br />and have nightmares while I sleep, <br />There is no mend for this broken soul, <br />So I shall always weep.<br /><br />Bree Swart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-lay-dying-4/
