Broken dreams,weaving
Silent tears,dripping
Tucked in bed,alone to face my fears
Blurry visions,wavering
Gentle voices,whispering
Wingless angels and Bloody shadows
Hovering behind me,waiting for the time to strike
Deathly cold,shivering
Demon's breath,inhaling
Vulnerable as i was,sealed in the dark
Broken glass,sliding in
Bleeding cuts,ripping skin
Soulless bodies and Deathly dreams
Raging whispers over my screams
No bleeding cuts and broken glass
Just me in my bed,gasping fast
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