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I reach out in the vast darkness of cold.

For the touch of a warm blanket, a hand to hold.

But I'm all alone and there's no chance of heat

I can only pray my heart keeps the beat



I hear a ringing, could it be Hells Bells?

Am I to die in this dreadful place as well?

Others lie here, making beds beneath the dirt.

Unable to feel life or know its hurt.



A cemetery of sadness, a eulogy of pain

A walzt of the sick, and utterly insane.

I claw at the wood as I'm lowered down

Casket is covered by mounds of heavy brown



Losing air, So tightly closed in...

Please let me out, do not keep me in!

My eyes are blackening, I cannot see.

Not the end... This cannot be.