Not one soul course through these veins

Many flow through

Voices through the mind

Fragile as glass


Lost in peril, can't see

Blindly turning away

Caught up in the storm 

Can't go home 


Clouds falling down

The sweet smell of decay

Lungs filling with earth

Last breath sharp and shallow


Pain is all they feel

The buried ones

Scratching beneath the dirt

Buried Alive!



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