The deafening sound
The distant thunder
A shell of my former self
My soul is lost
Forgotten and gray
I am lost
A wandering sprite
The nearing thunder roars
The cracking lighting
Lights the sky
My body aches
Blood drips from every wound
Slowly I weaken
The thunder is on top of me
It clinches my throat
It tears me apart
It cresses me and laughs
Now I lay in my grave
No one to mourn me
No one comes
No one cares
I’m Forgotten
I am Dead
Edited, Fri May 19 14:42:24 2006 by ChrisMast