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1998-2000 White Spirit

Formless sounds in a choking gaze
Clouded stare, my knuckles white.
Bulging eyes in a mute symphony
The plastic bag wrapped tight.

Soundless horror, the frustrated pain
Your face feels like lead.
Whimpering sobs in a lifeless glaze
Your mind seeths with dread.

Numbing thoughts, veins on fire
Falling down your body goes.
Slothful now with helpless grief
The futile last death throes.

Silent slumped, you greet the floor
A numb fought futile battle.
With one last breath of a shattered throat
A heaving chest death rattle.


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