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Death
Darkness all around
Nothing to hear, no sound
Coldness embraces me takes me away
The words i want to speak i can not say
Laying in my coffin 6feet underground.
First thing when i opent my eyes
I panict i didnt see skys
Only black nothing switching
I tried to move but nothing is twitching
Nothig more than flies
My flesh slides of my bones completly rotten
Who i ones was i am forgotten.
My coffin is my home but there is nothing to see
I don't remember the day they buried me
I think of my live but i see nothin.
A memory comes back
All faded in black
Only thing i see is around my throat a rope
After that tension and i feel myself choke
And then the texture of a linnen sack
I hear a sound, a little scratching
Maybe its my cascet they are unlatching
I get hope when the noise grows loud
If i could i would scream and shout
But its just a bug who is gonna use me for hatching
My hope is gone, i'm sure im death
Laying here forever in my wooden bed.
Soon there is nothing of me that remains
And i will be the only one who complaints
And so comes my end enough said.
Nothing to hear, no sound
Coldness embraces me takes me away
The words i want to speak i can not say
Laying in my coffin 6feet underground.
First thing when i opent my eyes
I panict i didnt see skys
Only black nothing switching
I tried to move but nothing is twitching
Nothig more than flies
My flesh slides of my bones completly rotten
Who i ones was i am forgotten.
My coffin is my home but there is nothing to see
I don't remember the day they buried me
I think of my live but i see nothin.
A memory comes back
All faded in black
Only thing i see is around my throat a rope
After that tension and i feel myself choke
And then the texture of a linnen sack
I hear a sound, a little scratching
Maybe its my cascet they are unlatching
I get hope when the noise grows loud
If i could i would scream and shout
But its just a bug who is gonna use me for hatching
My hope is gone, i'm sure im death
Laying here forever in my wooden bed.
Soon there is nothing of me that remains
And i will be the only one who complaints
And so comes my end enough said.
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