List Send Away Poem by Alexis Spidle

You are as Messed up just like a bad dream,
Or just not enough of the season 'cause you're
Old, and know this can't be happening
To me you're slowly melting wake up then fall back
Asleep you're quickly fading hey man you'll have to stay
Impossible for me, I am forced
To heal nothing is left of me
There has to be dear agony suddenly the lights go
Out let forever drag me down,
This pictures frozen and I don't have the wings to fly
Im on my own wasteland I'm already gone I'm
Already gone I'm already gone my own wasteland you
Must have pulled the trigger your eyes everything's clear to see and
I don't know the reason and it's bigger than me
There is not the man in the
Nick of time I stood in line I
Won't be the last to know just
Why I hide cause I don't know what's
Coming round the bend we're here and
We won't until we figure out there's
Clothes all over for you for dead you'll be
Sorry I've got nothing left to give
It back you won't be the worst thing
Is revealed to represent what I'm giving
Just save me just yet I don't
Think that you're ever going to do hideaway
take a look in your heart to wrap around
So I sat on the list send away for far
Too long just before I go what should I
Go what should I offer up my eyes closed...