Cry of the Dead

by WriterX   Mar 31, 2006


I feel the pain
Just like the first time
I scream again
And though I ask
It always comes back
No prayer or book
No Symbol or Sign
Will save me now
It comes back
Again and again
Not even death will save me
I am already dead
Only bones, no skin
The pain returns
And it will stay with me
Its the last thing I own.

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