Through The Cold Mist

August 3, 2010
By , raleigh, NC
Through the dark cold mist i bury my deep lies
A cold front of wind compresses my dark hollow eyes
i see nothing, everythings dark, its all a disguise
A dark shadow creeps up then vanishes into the empty skies
I hear small whispers and then find myself buried alive
is this the end? is this goodbye?
then my words fade off and i take my last breath followed by a deep sigh
My soul is then taken, high into the sky
Where i can not hear, nor see, nothing visible by the naked eye.

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