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Dream Of Death

I dream of life
I dream of death
I dream the day you use that knife
I dreamt that day
I dreamt that night
I dreamt the time you turned off the lights
I heard you move
I heard you breathe
I heard the knife unsheathe
I felt the point
I felt you stab
I knew I was dead before I could be mad
Here I am in a windowless building
Bleeding my life out and falling to death
Death has gripped me
I am gone
Maybe I'll be back
And will sing you a song
A song of death.

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