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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