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I choke up blood

again this mornin

it could be death

but its left unspoken

some evil claw

strikes against my chest

my head is heavy

I think I need to rest

and you make think

Its just a morbid tale

but look at my boney wrists

my face growing pale

sometimes at night

I feel a thick fog in the air

my breath grows slow

it feels like something is there

I plead to God

not to take me yet

let me live one more day

my needs are met

I drift back off to sleep

wake up alone with my flaws

happy I escaped once again

from those claws

but I know in my heart

there will be a day

when I will give up

and be taken away