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Lying here in the darkness I see

Something no one else does;

A burning corpse-showing to me in the mist.

Yet no one sees nothing

As the know it ain't real-an illusion;

Sure, it might be an illusion,

But in the end-it might turn out not to be.

No one believes me as I tell them

I see a corpse-a corpse burning;

Why should they believe me

When my soul is laying here so frail?



It is within the darkness that I see-

Standing in front of me-

A human shape-but what, I ask myself?



Yet I lie here with my lifeless soul-

Lost within any will of its own;

I listen to what she says-

Taking in everything she tells me.

I don't show my emotions-

Because of fear of being shamed;

I lie here, sitting my head upon

The floor and wait for what's coming.

What will come to lie within my wake-

Of a burning and undying soul?



It is within the darkness that I see-

Buting in front of me-

A corpse-burning-but why, I ask myself?



But I lie here thinking about

The times I've seen other sightings as this-

I have no emotion-so this

Must be the end of a dying

And challenging time of the deep.

So I ask myself



"Why am I seeing these things?

Why am I hearing this stuff?

Could it be just a hallucination?

Could it be just in my head?"



I guess it must be the beginning-

If not,

I might have

Reached the end...