Madness

by Ivan Ortiz   Nov 23, 2012


They say not to worry because someone is here
But what do you do when death feels so near
And his dull breath fills up your ear
The cold voices freeze you with fear

Well I just stand alone
Here in my lonely home
I fall victim within my dome
Medusa turns my hopes into stone.

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