27 November 2012
Trapped inside, can't you here my cry, two minutes of air before I die.
Limbs starting to go numb, my life's insignificant sum.
Standing from afar, I see it all unfold, watching myself die, flesh turning cold.
I guess I've been dead for some time, my body still not found, people have stopped looking, my screams resound.
I will continue to speak, maybe someone, someday will hear my cry, such a lonely way, I was left to die.
Voices Of The Dead • Opuss № I