Thursday, July 23, 2009

D.O.A.

With heart so true

And a love that lies

His lips are blue

As his blood dries

The gun in his hand

His key to life

Without his heart’s command

He will feel no strife

Without a struggle or fight

He tastes the cold, cold steel

He waits for the bite

And for his flesh to peel

I love you until death

Was his all he said with his final breath

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