I lay awake the sound is deadly. The sweet sound is dangerous and deadly.
Why is it sweet the crackling flames. Why cant i run from the red-hot
flames. Paralyzed with fear. Stunned like headlights on a deer. I struggle
to wake. For my last drawn breathes sake. I awake in a sweat, panic
stricken. But deadly as a fox after a chicken. Sleep takes over and i dream
no more.
 
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