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I sit and stare at the floor

My eyes glance toward the steel pole door

I lay back in my bed

Preparing to walk the walk of the dead



My hate and emotions run deep

I fear that eternal sleep

It rips me away from love and home

Of this hell made of stone

I cant remember how i ended up here

So far from light, yet death is near



A evil mistress

She calls my name

And reaches out her hand



In the hour glass of life

All i have left is a grain of sand