The Only Sound
I cant eatI cant sleep
I find myself
Wondering around this
Empty house
The silince is overwelming
The only sound I hear
Is the erie
Thump Thump of my
Beating heart.
This house ha lost its soul
So it seems to me.
Im lost and looking
For who I am
Or at least Who I was.
Four weeks ago
I ment a monster
He took what no one
Has the right to take.
Now I cant eat
Now I cant sleep
I find myself wondering
Around this empty house
The silince i overwelming
The only sound I hear
Is the erie
Thump Thump of my
Beating heart!
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