martes, 28 de julio de 2009

5 . No Escape

I feel the end is near
I'm afraid, scared is how I feel

I can hear their laughts
I can hear people's cries

It's not possible to go out

I can't see anything
I can't feel anything
I can't go anywhere

I'm into a toxic cloud

No leg that to move
The sight sees nothing
No sound to Hear
Is my end near?

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