I Am Dead

I’m not really dead.. dah. But I feel like I’m the living dead some times…Ash n
Pain burns an internal flame,
Jealousy tangles an evil game.
Both in my heart, never drawn apart.
I'm learning wrong from right and,
For right ill always fight.
A strong blade in my hand,
Beating like bass in a band.
I need a new life this time.
Bells are in my head never to stop their chime.
I’ll kill me now,
But I am unsure how.
I think long and hard,
Then play my last card.
In goes the knife,
Out comes my life.

By ashley nty
Published: 3/26/2008
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