Footsteps, all around
The world is spinning, or is that me?
I see him come, but it's too late
He drags out me out there
To that dark dark place
Where no one will see me
Where no one will see him
The trees tower above me
Like demeaning spirits
I turn around
And let out a gasp
Then something sharp pierces my heart
And the world starts to fade
I let out a cry
My cry
The only cry
The cry that is not heard
It barely escapes my mouth
Before I am swallowed up by darkness
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 4:22 AM UTC
Footsteps, all around
The world is spinning, or is that me?
I see him come, but it's too late
He drags out me out there
To that dark dark place
Where no one will see me
Where no one will see him
The trees tower above me
Like demeaning spirits
I turn around
And let out a gasp
Then something sharp pierces my heart
And the world starts to fade
I let out a cry
My cry
The only cry
The cry that is not heard
It barely escapes my mouth
Before I am swallowed up by darkness
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