Death, by ~The Familiar Side of Strange~
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the walls are closing in
I can't breath in my own skin
the lights are going out
I can't hear my own shouts
there is nothing for me
don't scream, just breath
take my last breath
running from Death
locked inside this room
Death should be here soon
could I escape it now?
do i even want to know how?
what would you do?
run from Death too?
it's too late he's almost here
theres nothing to fear
Death's cab is coming for me
don't cry, he's gonna set me free
Death has taken one more soul
into the back of my head, my eyes rolled. |
Posted: 2009-08-21 00:29:01 UTC |
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