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I am tired or some one gave me a sleeping pill,

I feel so sleepy a bed appears

I lay for a minute cause I have to head out,

bed descent

one feet I still see the light

and the sun is sure burning that damn sun,

two feet down the temperature begins to descent

just a little

the sun still shines and reflects my flesh,

three feet now I begin to feel relief

of that burning sun,

four feet now I only begin to see

a sight of a shadow

the temperature much less of heat,

now I am down five feet,

now the light that was so bright is really dim,

I begin only to see a spot,

6 feet down no one in sight,

that burning sun that burned my flesh now is gone,

whispers in my hear,

my lungs could hardly eat its life giver,

a tree not even inside

so everything is lock I cant get out,

seven feet,

now no more light everything is dark,

eight feet now lungs begin to cry

the heart cries I cant take it I am gone,

nothing in deed,

I was looking for only a covering sheet

but instead I felt eight feet deep