this is it
this is the place
the place of a race
to come to chase
the ugly face of mine
of the shattered soul
its following me
i can't get away
it finially touches me
my mind disarrayed
my soul is cold
so cold it burns
then i turn
just to see
it was something else
something else touching me
its bare with white
and some wings died
a fallen agel
then it speaks
"Get away from here
before i make you Shriek"
then i awake
for it was just a dream
but then my bed starts to scream
and everything goes black
then a bright smile lits up the dark
its my smile
for i always knew
that dreams can kill you
 
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