The death of a mind

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His strong bloody hand grips your neck tightly pinning you to the wall holding you up off the floor. 

You struggle in his grip, also struggling to breath with his chocking death grip.

He drops you to the floor "pathetic" he yells in your face. 

You look up to his blood red eyes. the corners of his lips rise up giving you a glimps of his pointy jagged teeth.

"See you tomorrow night doll" he says as you suddenly rise up from your bed, it happened again you had the dream again.  

You shutter from the cold night breeze that flows through your windows. "what does it mean?" you ask your self "why is there a demon haunting your dreams?" 

Theses are just some of the questions that fill your mind every night.

"What will come of this" you say out loud as if someone were listening. 

But for this night your all alone.All Rights Reserved

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