Blood dripping through my eyes,
blood oozing out of my throat,
Every time i try to tell you- I love you...
Wish i could rewind my life,
to the day, when i first held you- O' death's very own machine..
Now i lie, trying to tell
things untold about my life
and only my blood tells you, what i thought,
my words would humm for you..
My romantic verses for you,
have become a to plea save me,
from the tunnel of death..
Suddenly i wake up,
to find myself in a pool of sweat
Just a nightmare!!! Thank god..
But now i have realised,
Lifeis no rugs and rags,
To blow it in smoke, with a packet of fags.....
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