



The shadow creeping
Claws out, calls me by my name.
The bright red blood drips.
Lights on. It is just a dream;
The dried blood stains my bedsheets.


The shadow creeping
Claws out, calls me by my name.
The bright red blood drips.
Lights on. It is just a dream;
The dried blood stains my bedsheets.
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