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by Dany Jul 23, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
These birds were near So on all I felt was fear. They were flying so fast, Killing on their way to past… That was close from death, Couldn’t even take my breath. Thoughts haunting my brain, Feeding that damn old flame… I did recognise your eyes, You should have died. Oh no it’s not a dream, ‘Cause all you do is scream… All that appeared so real, That pain you couldn’t see, Anyway, whom will you feel? Your soul is imprisoning me… God let me get out, What I pray for is to shout. But before you’ll hurt anyone, I’ll be forever gone…