i heard a scream
through the clouds
that had veiled my brain
coloring everything crimson
it seemed to last forever
that scream
that poor child
too little too understand
that dying isn't something
to fear
it's a comfort
i felt comfortable
dying that day
and would have
except someone saved me
before i could fade away
only thing i kept hearing
was the scream and cry
and someone saying
'i'm not gonna let you die'
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