i'm haunted by the memory
late at night it's all i see
it's in the air above my bed
it's in my veins in my head

each breath i take is thick with it
my stomach aches i'm sick with it
the darkness presses in
and yet again i'm reliving

the horror happened far from here
but the mind's eye is much too near
freedom calls and taunts me
still still the touch haunts me

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