Don't close the last open door.

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Don't close the last open door.
Hard to breathe, and say no more.
The silence is getting so loud.
Blindly over me, a gray cloud.

Binding weather, now a storm.
Twisting rapidly, in such a form.
The winds to heavy in my heart.
Like a tornado ripping it apart.

Tears that fall hard as rain.
Down like lightning bolts of pain.
In your mind, thunders drum.
No where to hide but you run.

Finding your at the cemetary gate.
Thinking out loud, "Is it too late?"
There you find him on the floor.
You now closed the last open door....





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