by Shin Jae Won
I have a very nasty cold;
My hair, it feels like rotting mold.
My nose, it feels all hot and funny,
For now, it is all wet and runny.
My eyes go dark; their rather dim.
My body hurts; from limb to limb.
My ears go weak; I'm turning deaf.
My sense gone, don't know what's left.
My heart goes damp; I feel real sick.
I think I'll die, I hope it's quick.
I think I have a nasty cold,
That's what they say; that's what I'm told.
* AFTERNOTE: I'm sorry I didn't write about my name ^^;;;
I couldn't think of anything to write -_-'''
So, instead, I wrote about the things I'm feeling (or WAS feeling -_+;) through my senses .. ^^;;
Links to other sites on the Web
Holocaust
Mr. Johnson's Holocaust Page
Frou Frou - Let Go
Some things I like about you
On Death ...
Old Man and the Sea
:*: 2nd Semester Finals' Writing :*:
2nd Semester Finals' Writing~