She sat there on the side of my bed, a beautiful singing voice. Just like my mother, but it's not my mother. Its that pale woman in the nightgown. Her glowing red eyes. The lullaby she sang.
"Sitting in darkness, the hell within.
The visions fading the light getting dim.
Over the hill, into the dark.
The children in there carries my mark.
My prison in handcuffs inside my head.
Search me up but i know that i'm dead.
Knife in hand.
All i have and all i am.
Who am i, does it matter to you?
I am insane? Why are your face getting blue?
Prison inside, but i know that it'll will be fine.
You will be fine, so why don't you be mine.
I know your games what you play and what you fake.
Looking at you there, and i know that you're awake."
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Short stories (eng and swe)
Storie breviWell hi, how did you find me? This is a book about a lot of things. If you read this book I think you'll find at least one tolerateble story. Or probably not
