
08-24-2010, 12:14 AM
As he lays there thinking,
Sinking,
Deep into his mind,
There is a kind,
Love that flows through his brain,
That makes him insane.
He bgins crying,
In shame,
With no fame,
Of his life,
And no husband or wife.
So, here he lays dying.
Crying in unknown deep internal pain,
While covered in tears of rain.
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