It’s The Death Of Me By Richard Maxfield 4-13-2000 Silence hush deafening Thoughts racing to and fro Alone in the darkness What direction do I go Unbearable pain of loneness Hearts curdling scream Some one awaken me From the hellish dream Clock slowly ticks Hours seem as days Yesterdays memories Through my mind plays Lonely wind howls Teardrops ever flow If this is my further I don’t want to know Cry out in prayer Oh God don’t let it be If this is all true Please God come take me In the swirling wind The old house groan As if it now knows It’s a house not a home Curled up on the floor Knees in my chest Holding my ring Longing for rest I close my eyes A stark picture I see You in his arms It’s the death of me Copyright # RM99R4Birth sign: Gemini
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