Wednesday, December 9, 2009

3-12-09
I stand at the pearl white gates,
(Naturally) they don’t open for me,
I get flashback of train tracks,
I scream.
I’m so sorry, I just didn’t want to die
alone,
I don’t even want in, I just want Him
to bleep me out of e-e-existence.
Please.

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