Tuesday, May 3, 2011

A Silent Death

Buried six feet under, alive;
no one to hear my screams,
as my nails scratch the coffin's door,
and cry their red tears,
I woke up with a start;
It was a dream, after all; or was it?
Real life doesn't seem very different.

Written on Friday, November 19, 2010.

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