By Market; Dethsdoor@hotmail.com
Date: 10 April 1998

Untitled

Soul in anguish
No hope to vanquish
Pain and memory
Bitterness sustaining me

The belief I need
Rarely succeeds
The future unfolds
My story is told

Take me away
For I must repay
These debts to the one
Who's holding fates gun

My darkness surrounds
The questions abound
My future's so bleak
My soul starts to shriek

As I lay here and bleed
Spawning leeches that feed
On my corpse growing cold
Yet my story's untold

And with my last breath
I gaze unto Death
I thought you should know
I'm not ready to go...

          -Market 98-