"Tomato Soup" Written by Johnny Blade

Tomato Soup

Waiting like a sick puppy left alone by his owners, needing a friend in a world of acquaintances, feeling death closer there's a knock at my door, I tried to scream for help but whimpers they were. I could not ask for help I'm trapped inside, though not underground I'm buried alive. My body the prison as I fade away, my wife poisoned me and she got away.

Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/01/12
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