Peril
The storm of life
I sleep in the darkness
Packed into the pitch black
Inside a coffin crushed under the pressure under the dirt
I always thougt I would go in some car crash
On a long highway
In the middle of the afternoon
Some perilous rush hour
Daily commute
Or in some great battle as a king
Killing my ten thousands
Covered in dirt and grime
A hero of people
But I died alone
Lying in this bed
Waiting for my kids
Who never visit
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 1:29 AM UTC
Peril
The storm of life
I sleep in the darkness
Packed into the pitch black
Inside a coffin crushed under the pressure under the dirt
I always thougt I would go in some car crash
On a long highway
In the middle of the afternoon
Some perilous rush hour
Daily commute
Or in some great battle as a king
Killing my ten thousands
Covered in dirt and grime
A hero of people
But I died alone
Lying in this bed
Waiting for my kids
Who never visit
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