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~Silent Hell~
In the darkness of the bureau draw, soon I thought I would be no more.
Sobbing in the hot thin air... I just had to be free from there.
I could hear their running feet as they went laughing to play in
the street. I was in the bureau draw, crying a pitiful plea but
there's no one to hear me shout... Please! Please! I have to get
out... Time passed and air without I could no longer shout...
Sleep is what came to me till the draw opened and I was free.
They would stand there telling me. It would be worse if I tell, living in a silent hell. ~Duke Deltree~
Sobbing in the hot thin air... I just had to be free from there.
I could hear their running feet as they went laughing to play in
the street. I was in the bureau draw, crying a pitiful plea but
there's no one to hear me shout... Please! Please! I have to get
out... Time passed and air without I could no longer shout...
Sleep is what came to me till the draw opened and I was free.
They would stand there telling me. It would be worse if I tell, living in a silent hell. ~Duke Deltree~
Published 25th Jan 2012
| Edited 26th Nov 2012
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