From the Darkness ,they'd call,

From the Darkness ,they'd call,

 

Drunk, or sober.

When.... I used to try and,

go to bed,

and close my eyes .......

To try, and sleep.

I'd hear, their cries ......

The ones, of the dying!

And I'd smell, the unwashed... bodies, 

of 

 

the dead.

 

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