Ima feeling a cold chill down
My Back
My Angels left me
In a firey Pit
My words are gone
My heart is not beating
My thoughts our dead
Slowly aging quickly
Lost the real me
when she left me
Ima kissing death
So I can loss my breathe
No reason for living
This is my hell
Grayson Givens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hell-71/
