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Wind and rain

Has come to play

And adds to the sweet

Horrifying pain

Dreams lift

And fly away

Sometimes

I cannot say

The nightmare comes and fades away

Even though I'm so far away

Drifting in and drifting out

Of pure consciousness

Or what ever it is, further or less

Screaming loud an moaning low

What will come of the gashing flow

Yearning for the flashing light

I fight my way through the night

Between the trees and between the dirt, who will see me no one knows

Holding on to the fading hope

Wishing and waiting for someone to know,

panting and breathing is all that I can try,

sobbing and saying my good byes,

this is how my story goes

of that dreadful night,

I was buried alive,

crossing over to the other Side,

Now I will say my official goodnight!

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