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I was suffocating in my grave So I sat up on my tombstone All others seemed to be sleeping Only I was sitting all alone A soulless spirit of a dead Is what I have become After meeting with my death I became useless and numb My body lay covered in blood And went unnoticed for hours Till then rigormortis started Wilting like the fallen flowers I was stabbed multiple times Before being thrown in the drain Robbers snatched everything And left me dead in the rain It surely was not my death call, To die early than my actual time Now I dwell in this spirit form Remembering the hideous crime... ©sim
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 4:15 AM UTC
Death, Unplanned!
I was suffocating in my grave So I sat up on my tombstone All others seemed to be sleeping Only I was sitting all alone A soulless spirit of a dead Is what I have become After meeting with my death I became useless and numb My body lay covered in blood And went unnoticed for hours Till then rigormortis started Wilting like the fallen flowers I was stabbed multiple times Before being thrown in the drain Robbers snatched everything And left me dead in the rain It surely was not my death call, To die early than my actual time Now I dwell in this spirit form Remembering the hideous crime... ©sim
God is watching!
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Seema
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Seema
41/F/Fiji Islands
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 4:15 AM UTC
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