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[beautifullybroken]

feelings of fear and feelings of fright

i sometimes wonder how the hell I make it through the night

the candles burning smelling up the air

i sense a fire that's not really there


a dark hellish pit, aroma of smoke

of demons screaming and dressed up in cloaks


Afraid to get ready for bed with the thoughts

of murder and rape dancing in my head

afraid to witness what demons will take my soul

I'm afraid if I don't wake up no one will know


Once I'm asleep, theres no way out

There's no way I'm waking up, there is no doubt.

I'll see humans being slashed and decapitated

and devilish screams of friends who are dear to me

and only to you it seems like nothing but trust me it's more scarier than it seems


Ill be held down to the ground by someone I can hardly see

Ill be drugged and seduced with nobody around to save me

I'll be force fed blood and poison as well

i know i will die but only time will tell

If I awake the next night Ill witness it again

I'll witness it 60 times out of 10

can you see now why I'd rather not go to sleep at night without at least some candle lite?

because I'm too busy with the feelings of fear and the fright

sometimes i wonder how the hell i make it through the night