Nottz
10-23-2008, 10:11 PM
While I lay here, 'bout to die,
I often speak to God, but why?
While diseases consume, on whats left of my life,
I cling on to my hope, as I go under the knife.
I lay here asleep, waiting to wake.
If pain is my life, what's really at stake?
The darkness continued, I began to feel good.
Was the procedure successful? Did it go as it should?
I woke up to see, not a face, but a light...
And so marks the end, of that glorious night.
(Turns out im pretty good at couplets, eh?)
I often speak to God, but why?
While diseases consume, on whats left of my life,
I cling on to my hope, as I go under the knife.
I lay here asleep, waiting to wake.
If pain is my life, what's really at stake?
The darkness continued, I began to feel good.
Was the procedure successful? Did it go as it should?
I woke up to see, not a face, but a light...
And so marks the end, of that glorious night.
(Turns out im pretty good at couplets, eh?)