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I’m afraid, to close my eyes
Though sleep takes over me
It’s when the dead awaken
And I’m no longer free to be

They’re coming at me, running
Demons find the easiest way
To be spiteful, in their glory
And these thoughts, I can’t allay

They beckon to my very soul
To follow where they roam
And I fall helpless to their plea
A ghastly place, this catacomb

Try though I might, to wrestle away
They keep me close, so I can’t breathe
Red eyes, thumping evil hearts
Shooting fire, as they seethe

Inescapable, in their clutches
I try my best, these thoughts, to quell
Yet I cannot overcome the darkness
I’ve lost the battle, in this living hell


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