Tomato Soup

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 09/01/12