Disquised by innocence,
Not worth a second thought,
Distractions pass the time,
Yet it still dwells.
Somedays are better,
Others are not so,
A false sense of security,
Is what it thrives on.
It preys on silence,
It strikes us all,
And tonight,
It takes it's final toll.
It seems as though the weak,
And compassionate,
Are the first to go,
Although these traits,
Do not go hand in hand.
Tonight,
Many will take their final breath,
For this to stop,
We must be,
Strong.
The beast,
Rears it's ugly head,
A decision must be made,
Before it's too late.
My dear,
I'm afraid,
Tonight will be my last.
You can't blame yourself,
For it was I,
Who dug my own grave.
I guess this is goodbye,
Gone too soon or here to long,
Your the judge of that now,
For I am afraid,
This has consumed my life.
Written: February 17th/12
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