I've been here before
Always the same, dark house
With chills crawling up my spine
And shadows dancing across the walls
Where demons whisper in my ear
Of all the terrible, terrible things they'll do
They do all those terrible things and more
Painting the floors with blood
Then I shoot up in my bed
And it begins all over again
You see, I never fall asleep
But I keep waking up
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(Sep 2016)
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Beautiful Darkness
PoetryA collection of dark poetry, ranging from demons to bloody.
