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The Coffin
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Dark/Pain Poems Restless days filled with disgrace
These are the worse days before the sun ends
My bed is the coffin in which I rest
Nightmares follow me like the rain
My soul cries invisible tears
My stomach cries for nourishment
My body cries for energy
My brain cries for a moment
I spent the hours blocking my thoughts
I wish my soul could reach the throne
And I could escape from a sinful blow
The virus of pain flows through my soul
My bones crack from the weight
My heart can’t control this state
My eyes can’t contain the pain
My coffin awaits for the end
