I work my hardest
I try my best
But that isn't enough
My hands they feel so rough
They say I have it easy
But I'm getting queasy
The weight is just to much
And I can't feel there touch
Why am I on the ground
Why do I feel bound
I open my eyes to find
That I'm actually in a bind
I can feel my life slipping
I can feel him gripping
I can see his sad face
he takes my soul with such grace
And then all goes black
And now I'm back
- Author: Sora (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 17th, 2017 13:36
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 60
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