Dave Alan Walker - Death Room

As I lie
in the prison room
of death
I feel
The sweet pleasures
of forced suicide
going through my vains

As I close my eyes
and take a breath
I know
it will be my last

I lie here
I die here
an innocent man

Then I hear a knocking
on my heavens door

The crow
She has come for me
To take my soul
and set me free

As I fly through
the valleys of peace
I know at last
My soul is free


Inspired by house of stone
By Eric Cockrell

Dave Alan Walker

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