The Feeling Of Death

I made this up when I was bored walking on my paper round.

  • Now I know why,
  • You help me when I cry,
  • I must say goodbye,
  • This is not a lie,
  • I am going to die.
  • I left my will,
  • With a pill,
  • And with a list of people to kill,
  • In my windmill,
  • Up on the hill.
  • I cried at night,
  • I didn't feel right,
  • My chest felt tight,
  • After a fight,
  • I had a big fright.
  • I see the light,
  • It's really bright.
  • Oh no,
  • It's time to go.
The End

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