Buried Alive - Poem by Denis Shmaliy
I'm in darkness, i'm in stress,
No more windows and no stairs,
I'm so lonely and no more doors,
I'm feeling like a corpse, of course! ! !
I'm buried alive, I'm so deep inside,
I cross the line and i'm buried alive.
No more air, it's hard to breath,
I'm feeling like a can of beef,
No way out and no way in,
Oh, God, please forgive my sin! ! !
I hear sounds over me,
Children are happy as it can be,
Cars are running, air is like a knife,
Im dying, i'm buried alive! ! !
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