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Originally Posted by Papillon Noir
Running in the night
Knife in hand, he follows me
There is no escape
Ankle twists, falling down
Eyes wide, tears running down my cheeks
Helpless now, he's here
He whispers of death
Knife gleaming as it plunges
Hot breath on my face
Pain and he smiles
Blood cascades down, so cold now
Last breath leaving me
(not quite the same ones I wrote in grade school :p )
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like this one.
...
tossing and turning
a landscape of broken men
bearing down on me
sweat hits my forehead
all claws and teeth surround me
a rusty floorboard
remnants of harsh dreams
stumble numbly through my day
give me strength to sleep
...