Here I walk to the valley of death, <br />smelled so bitter.... <br />it took my breathe. <br /> <br />Darkness creeps, faster towards me. <br />Depression worsen, so much tragedy. <br /> <br />Blood drips from my smile.... <br />My numbers in, Clocked & Dialed. <br />File my sins, for I shall pay. <br />Hell awaits, those dark <br />burning gates. <br /> <br />Goodbye, I shall give you my <br />last <br />My last piece of happiness and heart.<br /><br />Bobby Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-to-far-2/
