Wish of the Dead
Scream to my heart
Let me hear the beating stop
Scream to my soul
And let me hear my spirit go cold
I wanna listen
To birds go silent
I wanna see
The sky go black
I wanna fill the bitter frost
Of the air chill my skin
I wanna hear
The cry of the people around me
I wanna taste
The faint taste of blood on my tongue
Because all i have now
Is a box covering me from all sides
The dirt that bounds it down
And the lost cause
that once was the life i lived.
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