"
There she was once again,
Marching into the depths of the unknown.
She have escaped death by the hands of the beast;
And now entered a cabin where she's alone.
"
Or so she thought.
What she thought a safe place for her, a moment of joy, was something that was actually dreadful and terrifying. As she unravel the secrets of the cabin in the trees, she saw the nightmare of what seems to others were
...sweet dreams.
-closing curtains-
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Dreams
Şiir"People are haunted the most by those that don't exist, because they chose to believe." A Lullaby of Woe inspired poetry rizz.
