Death Number

by Wishmaster   Oct 2, 2008


Haunted
By these voices
Hunted
By no one that I know
Closer
They come
Closer
My death is

Running for my life
Vying for survival
Striving to know that I'm alive

Taken
From this world my
Soul
By these demonic
Forces
I cannot defend
From
All the enemies

It's like an all-out war
Nothing to win and all to lose
This grave is calling
my death number...

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