| some poetry~ -
09-21-06
6-feet deep
Under the sky, where nighttime roamsRain pours down, wind chills my bonesThrough the plots, where the dead sleepSome that we knew now lay 6-feet deepHairs may rise on the back of the neckNoises behind you match step for stepSome yearn for life like they once knewSome live death as if life weren't throughIn the asylum of the dead mindSome don't realize they've been left behindAs I lay me down to sleep Pray the lord my soul to keepOnly if you know, you're 6-feet deep |