29 december 2011
In The Fear Of Silence
Something you cannot see,
Something you cannot hear,
Something that won't make a sound,
When it makes others drown.
Though it won't even move a hair,
It will kill you without despair, .
Tic-Toc goes the clock,
Until the thing strikes you dead.
When you peacefully lie in your bed,
It will strike you DEAD.
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