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Walking through these woods
Whispers of your name call through the trees
Looking all around
Nothing but trees is all you see.
The voices call out again
This time they yell out,"Help me."
Shrieks of little girls can be heard
Then shrieks of little men.
As mourning peeks through the trees
The voices begin to stop
The shrieks begin to soften
And you begin to run free.
- by RagingPuppies |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/06/2010 |
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- Title: Dark Voices
- Artist: RagingPuppies
- Description: What do you think of when you hear the words "Dark voices in the woods."?
- Date: 02/06/2010
- Tags: dark voices
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