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Death Unknown.

I'm walking through a familiar place, there's a sad hymn in the air,
The dried leaves beneath me don't crackle, and the wind does nothing to my hair,
I follow the sweet sounds of the same sad hymn,
Wondering why a familiar face does not greet me when I walk toward him,
They are all the same in their black gowns,
Familiar faces, all of them looking down,
Eyes sunken into their sockets and faces streaked with pain,
But why do they all whisper my name?
Why can't they see?
Why do they look right through me?

The familiar crowd, resembling a big dark cloud, begins to dissolve,
But I stay transfixed as the events before me I fear, my mind was too quick to solve,
At the head of a freshly dug grave there is white marble stone,
I look around and the dark cloud is gone,
My body moves in slow motion towards the grave,
While inside my stomach there is a crashing wave,
Familiar eyes stare back at me from within a golden frame,
The waves are stronger now, crashing inside me again,
For engraved deep within the white marble stone is my very own name.

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