Six feet under

 

Holes are forming where shadows used to lay.
Time is disappearing as life drifts away.
Falling down into the ground, searching for a new way to escape;
But there is no way to escape from a determined fate.


A date with destiny, the present is wrapped in a bow.
Feelings are fading, the light it is a changing and now the heat is low.
The daylight fades from the eyes as all hope is drained from inside
And all that remains is a body in a grave…
What a way to go.


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