29 December 2012
Will someone find me, a body without life, snuffed out in my youth, an end to my human strife.
Distorted beyond repair, death echoed in my bloodshot stare.
I hope they keep looking, my sad timely end, a life without meaning, no hope left to send.
Many call my name, touches light the night, thank God they didn't forget me, I can see their dim light.
No strength to yell, where I rest they do not know, a sign to them I cannot show.
Hope fades as they walk by, my dramatic death, under a star lit sky.
Can't You Hear My Cry? • Opuss № I