...trapped

Jun 01, 2005 16:35

my final grasp of air
cannot be brought
though i am trapped
under six feet of dirt
help me find a way out

my angst will not let me survive
just find it in your heart
help me escape
im so sorry, please forgive me

so thrust your hands
through the dirt
and scrape til it hurts
you can save me
til the sands last drop

colder than then nite
where i am at
its doesnt seem your there
im getting sick of what i hear
those frail sounds of my heart
beating and beating
make this stop

my face soaked in sweat
my fear slowly ends
your hands soaked in blood
where are you, save me

this clock is now over
theres no more sand left
i hope your happy

i loved you
i will never forget you
good nite my love
good nite
he is waiting....
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