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WHEN DEATH CAMEMust of been the constant noise that awoke meThere's something there, my eyes blurred unable to seeAdjusting to see her body lying, by the bathroom doorI have never known fear existed like that beforePrying her eyes open, but they stared back blanklyThis weird calm came upon me, felt almost tranquillyHowever determined to not let her just pass awayHands pumping on chest, praying for her to stayThat prayer just went and fell in that roomNow relentless anguish that haunt every image, felling doomedWished it was me on that floor, early Sunday morningWhen death came and took my love without warning