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Aug 2016
Gripping my jacket in winter winds
Quickly working past empty streets
Not a strange sight at this hour
Still after what I've done it's for the best
No Witnesses to watch me skip town

Turning down an alley snow melts into slush
Replaying the night over and over in my mind
The deeper I go the warmer it gets
Sweat drips from my brow and stings my eyes
Purging my mind of sinful memories

Ditching the jacket and picking up pace
Red and blue hues flash between the buildings
What I've done is inexcusable
Its too late to look back and if they catch me
no surrender

The heat has become unbearable
I pull my shirt over head to take it off
Regaining sight I see a beast matted black
Blowing a foul odor through snarling fangs
With Bright red eyes piercing my soul

We're on death ground now
wailing sirens bounce off the alley walls
I have no questions but many regrets
This beast has come to drag me to hell
And all that's left is to fight
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