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An Empty Soul

As the time creeps near Hold back your fear Swallow that lump Did you hear that bump? Creeping creeping creeping ever so close No one recognizes the danger, no one knows A chill runs up your spine, fear grows Ice in the air as the wind blows Barely holding strong, pushing down the scream Solid darkness not a single sunray nor light beam Knowing its so close you can taste its stink Quickly over taken you no time to think Fear collapses your legs, dead stops your feet You know for sure this time its death that youre destin to meet The lump in your throat impossible to swallow Finally you lay yours eyes on those that will always remain completely hollow...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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