Why can't I breath,
still I see.
Dead on the table,
try to move, I'm not able to.
Dead, dead
They said I have died,
I still feel alive.
I won't believe their lies,
I can still see through these
...eyes.
Help me, I'm not dead,
wake me from this hell,
tell me I''m alive,
Dead!
Knives cutting into me,
scalpels rip me.
Screaming into their deaf ears,
now they stop and see my tears.
Help me, I'm not dead,
wake me from this hell,
tell me I'm alive,
Dead!
I can't stop the visions,
stop the premonitions.
Help me,I'm not dead,
wake me from this hell,
tell me I'm alive
Dead!
My soul can't escape
the boundaries of my flesh.
My heart does not beat,
my spirit does not rest.
They said I have died,
I still feel alive,
I won't believe their lies,
I can still see through these...
eyes.
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Staring Through the Eyes
STARING THROUGH THE EYES OF THE DEAD
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