Razorblade Kiss - Death’s Call (from the desk of the dieing)

PoemHunter.com 2014-06-13

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As I lay here in my bed
I know I’ll soon be dead
I feel a rush of cold air
And I know he’s there
His ice-cold breath is on my back
His bony fingers reaching for my neck
He whispers the words of the Dead

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