Broken bottles in my head <br />Hunting for words i've already said <br />Hiding my eyes from the sun <br />My eyelids feel like lead. <br /> <br />Trading places with the Earth <br />My hands shaking <br />As the silent hordes return <br />Tearing my soul <br />I try hard to repent <br />To cash in on the life i've spent. <br /> <br />Suddenly the light appeared <br />My heart and soul <br />Were sheared from the body <br />They once feared <br />The poisons of life no longer in control <br />Of my body as I lie in this hole. <br /> <br />But can you explain <br />What i've been saying <br />All my life... <br />All my life... <br /> <br />I lie at rest <br />At one with the Earth <br />No longer a pest <br />I lie at rest. <br /> <br />21/09/1994 <br />16: 07pm<br /><br />Andrew Matthews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-row-4/
