
My Coffin
Sunday, October 26th, 2003
Wrapping up my face in a blanket
Not wanting the world
To see me cry
In an arm held my heart, the other a hatchet
Fuck this world
Broken, I might as well just die
Asked why am I feeling this
What the fuck am I to say
Curse it be me, everything said
If I died, I wont feel this
I?ll be in a coffin, they say
I?ll die with my million words
I love you was hard to say
Harder to bear are the words returned
In my coffin, rather I lay
I love you, three little words
Dipped in blood, written in tears
In my coffin, may I rest in peace
- NIMROD
24-10-2003
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Nimrod Nimrod… I wonder why all your poems sound so angry, so sad and dark… It seems that your everyday life is full of frustration, stress, hatred and sorrow…
Please, Nimrod, take good care of yourself.
If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me *winks*.
Wrapping up my face in a blanket
Not wanting the world
To see me cry
In an arm held my heart, the other a hatchet
Fuck this world
Broken, I might as well just die
Asked why am I feeling this
What the fuck am I to say
Curse it be me, everything said
If I died, I wont feel this
I?ll be in a coffin, they say
I?ll die with my million words
I love you was hard to say
Harder to bear are the words returned
In my coffin, rather I lay
I love you, three little words
Dipped in blood, written in tears
In my coffin, may I rest in peace
- NIMROD
24-10-2003
……………………………………………………………
Nimrod Nimrod… I wonder why all your poems sound so angry, so sad and dark… It seems that your everyday life is full of frustration, stress, hatred and sorrow…
Please, Nimrod, take good care of yourself.
If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me *winks*.
