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Submitted:Nov 19, 2011    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


I hear your screams

I get out of bed

I run to the door

It's a blood covered window instead

It cannot be broken

Its starts to flame

I see the shapes of you been murdered

You're screams hold nothing but blame

I run at it again

My eyes and nose start to bleed

Suddenly I am back in bed

I feel like I'm drunk on mead

You scream at me to stop

You believe it is I who kills you

I struggle against the heavy chains

My vision turns red then blue

Suddenly someone starts stabbing me

I feel every knife dig deeper

Then I see the murders face

My own face looks at me. I am the final sleeper.





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