Creaking and Crackling I heard.
On the night that I died.
I got up to look out my window to see.
Fear staring back at me.
Sheets of rain purred down .
On the night that I died.
It turned out to be my blanket of agony.
I dared not to remove my blanket of agony.
For sure it would disturbs my life of misery.
Fear went through my body, as it tried to escape my death.
Tortured I was everyday of my life.
Until the night that I died.
You think I would be use to this pain.
But it took a tow over me.
The night that I died.
I just couldn't escape my miserable life.
So I decided to burn it up in flames.
Before I went insane.
 
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