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White room, white heaven I sit in a chair, head high,

life Is great, cold chill voice ask me,

dont you wish things can change,

in a second paint the room red, why you scare,

one loud shout to the head, you will rest all day,

fall to the ground, dont worry, Ill pick you up,

great pressure in my chest,

gravity is pulling me away, skeleton begins to shape,

cant let that happen so I try to wake,

I cant, but I want, the voice so loud,

now no whispers, it only shouts,

fall to a pool of red water,

with sharp hands they tear through my flesh,

it picks me up, lift me to the air,

laughter in a voice,

I told you if you fall

I will be there to pick you up,

where is your lord,

the savior who sacrificed his life

for you to be clean of sin,

no where in sight,

by time you knew that reality is just that,

close my eyes, felt a breeze,

but is I tend to try to call for his help,

my voice fades away

-che