Dead man-
I sit alone
The walls are bare
But as I grow
Wind picks up the dusk in the air
I grow ill
That shall not be called
The room is filled with death
I sit there an bawl
I've been dead
No one has said
As I I lay in bed
I try to fleas but the sins shall dread
There for I am a dead man
To but gone
But the walls are no longer Blane
There fore I am in awn
