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I walk among the living, screaming "Help me" "Help me" Cold breath for a moment is felt I can't touch, feel, Concentrate Intensify Merge With the meat sack, "What am I doing" they used to be us, But they think living is hard Try death, Awaken, Cold, Frightened Like a new born, colour bled From what's perceived, An aura is exhaled  momentary existence, Energy,   Expelled, Depleted Moments as if a memory expelled, In death there are some things worse Than when you wake up deceased, There were plentiful others walking "With those family" "Still looked upon" "Never to close to scare," "To bring forth the cold of despair" But then it happened, "Hunger" "Ravens" "Corrupted" What was a non existence, Brought forth from a nether tear, To consume an aura to pull it within, The screams of silence Fear not seen since death awakened, "This was extinction" No aura No rebirth No nothing Consuming the dead, to breach the veil What was it for to get out To let something in, I hide in this sack, as if hiding in a wardrobe Hide and seek in the living, "Shudders of the flesh concealment breached "   Concentrate, Intensify, Merge Hide within the living, for they hunt the dead There is no life after death, we now hide in the living..
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
Spirit Hunger
I walk among the living, screaming "Help me" "Help me" Cold breath for a moment is felt I can't touch, feel, Concentrate Intensify Merge With the meat sack, "What am I doing" they used to be us, But they think living is hard Try death, Awaken, Cold, Frightened Like a new born, colour bled From what's perceived, An aura is exhaled  momentary existence, Energy,   Expelled, Depleted Moments as if a memory expelled, In death there are some things worse Than when you wake up deceased, There were plentiful others walking "With those family" "Still looked upon" "Never to close to scare," "To bring forth the cold of despair" But then it happened, "Hunger" "Ravens" "Corrupted" What was a non existence, Brought forth from a nether tear, To consume an aura to pull it within, The screams of silence Fear not seen since death awakened, "This was extinction" No aura No rebirth No nothing Consuming the dead, to breach the veil What was it for to get out To let something in, I hide in this sack, as if hiding in a wardrobe Hide and seek in the living, "Shudders of the flesh concealment breached "   Concentrate, Intensify, Merge Hide within the living, for they hunt the dead There is no life after death, we now hide in the living..
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
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