down deep until i can go no more
my legs brake as i hit the floor
the floor is solid and as cold as ice
i call her name once and then twice

she comes to me as if in a dream
she falls to the floor as she hits a beam
the nonesense i talk of now
is in fact a story i have to tell

her body lies limp and lifeless
her face is pale and colourless
at least her pain has ended well
whilst im stuck her in this hell

i kick and struggle against the wall
but no ones there to hear my call
i stop struggling and take my final breath
its my time to meet him,to meeet my death

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