The Silent Music of Death

March 2, 2012
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In my room I hear the screams,
the screams that interrupt my nightmarish dreams.
With a quick look through my door,
I see a figure hit the floor.

And a knife going high in the air,
then a sound of something going down the stairs.
With every short air of breath,
the atmosphere fills more with death.

My heart is beating fast,
because I don't think the body will last.
Because the man doesn't let time waste,
the man that's covered in that bloody taste.

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