I can feel the soil faling over my head

by craig   Mar 19, 2007


The whispers are getting louder,
The whispers are getting louder

The ghosts are coming too punish
The ghost are going too punish

The knife will eventually fall
The knife will eventually kill

The truck will collide with bones
The truck will break the bones

The person behind me will attack
The person behind me will bludgeon my back

The train track will be closed
The train will disect my body

The shadow will jump upon me
The shadow has forsaken me.

The sun will combust
The sun will turn the earth too dust.

The sleep will bring horror
The sleep will show my eventual plight.

The voices come in waves
The images appear whilst in a daze.

The fear attacks
The fear brings tears.

My death nears.

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