I ask God to help me but he isn’t listening.
I’ve been buried alive six feet below ground.
My death will be agonising as I start to suffocate.
How did I get here in this terrible place?
Slowly I remember now, what I did.
I faked my own death to escape from prison
but they didn’t release me. So here I remain
running out of air going slowly insane
dying before my time.
Wed 2nd May 2012 21:12
erm... maybe. not that i know any Rachmaninov. bad i know. but oh how i know many who died before their time. too many friends...
Tue 1st May 2012 22:58
Shades of Rachmaninff? Love the line 'dying before my time' xx
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