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Scared and weakend, Uncared for and beatend Draging my feet, from days gone by without eatting death is creaping, over my sholder he's peaping he stetches like plastic, to sufercate my breathing wraps around me quick like, tietly sqeezing My body becomes apart of death, And in darkness we continue Reapping. © 2006 kevin remington

This is my story, Does anyone care? To my grad father, may he rest in peace To my father... never met him he will probably never look back... and to my mother ya still on crack but thanks to her I went thru all the crap that I did unlike her she just smoked more crack and then hid "See Mom I took it like a man when Mr. Crack took you away from me." "He put you behind bars." "He's taking everything from you, you know that" RIGHT? Mr. Crack has a hold of her really tight I don't think I will ev...

I talk with stranger's we walk as ghost down the mistake's that hurt us the most I am reminded that I can't take them back All this I'm approaching is already in back of me Painfully my bone's crack as I fall in a hole filed with guilt Painfully bleeding now stranger's begin eating out all that was good in me It's then that I see these stranger's are hurting me I fall to me knee's and call out "Oh help me please." Then the stander's begin beating me and respond "We will not help thee, for we ...

I was in the room when they told us it was cancer Though not so much told as spared, and there in the room Where your friend's and family, all who cared. it was hard for me to be there, watching you as you gasp for air For breath was not around when that spare sound Slipped softly into the room and fled... Fled, for though I felt death all around, And imagined your soul there on the bed for all to see No one else had caught that sound, It was the sound of your pain, you trying to breathe And ...

I find my self awake yet still asleep when I think or dream of the mistake that has left me down on my knee's its of this that I wast the stranth left in me only to see that I'm to weak to fight the voice inside of me. © 2006 kevin remington