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Lost


Here I am laying silently in bed

Cowering at the sight of his shadow

Thinking about the things that may be dead

As the dead deliver the deathblows 

The pain I feel isn’t like any other

The tears that run down my face show sadness

He doesn’t regret anything that happened

Taking me for granted in the coldness 

The pain he causes is unforgettable 

Making me cry through the nights that with will come

As it lays blindlessly as an angel

We listen to one of the saddest rythems

As I silently lay with the dead

I can peacefully rest in the white snow

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