Desperate, fearful, focused minded,
smoke filled, stinging, I'm blinded.
Hands with my feet I'm crawling,
distantly, desperately your calling.
Burning, flames, the walls are dripping.
Your voice fading, time is slipping.
I can't see.
I can't breath.
Premonition or a dream,
either way I hear you scream.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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