MEMOIRS OF A DYING MAN (FINAL COPY)

THUNDER CRASHES AGAINST THE DARK SKY,

MY HEART POUNDING, AS I LEAN OVER THE EDGE OF THE DARKENED SKYSCRAPER,

A WILD WIND BLOWING THROUGH MY TAINTED BODY,

 

MY TIME IS UP,

MY TIME IS UP NOW,

TIME TO LET GO AND LIVE AGAIN,

 

MEMORIES FLOOD MY MIND,

DREAMS OF PAIN AND SUFFERING,

FOR THE ONE I LOVE IS LOST…

 

ANOTHER TIME I CAN SEE,

MAYBE IT WILL BE TOMORROW,

BUT I KNOW IN MY HEART IT WILL NEVER BE,

 

MY TIME IS UP,

MY TIME IS UP NOW,

TIME TO LET GO AND LIVE AGAIN…

 

‘DEATH IS ALWAYS AT OUR DOOR, DON’T WELCOME WITH SUICIDE, INSTEAD SPIT IN HIS FACE AND LEAVE HIM BE.’

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