Revived

July 23, 2005 - Saturday 

 revived 
Current mood:  peaceful 


Drowning in quicksand, i reach out but no one can give a hand I scream loud but 
the sound becomes muzzled, the crowd gathers but they just seem puzzled, i try 
to shout help but it is like i am in a bad dream and just can not be seen. i am 
going under fast  i close my eyes and draw one last breath, i wander is this how i 
meet my death. it is dark now, suddenly i feel something pulling at me struggling 
i think it is trying to set me free then i hear a voice crying not yet you don't, i can't 
see still but the background noise is starting to come in clear, i feel you standing 
there your words echo don't go, no don't  you dare.                                                       

                                              L.D.V
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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