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Apr 2014
As night slowly creeps upon me,
Nothing Is left but for the voices that lurk within me
My soul fades quickly
My body lays cold and weary
Blood trickling from every Inch of my body

Screaming Is all I can hear
From the demons that once overruled me
They run through the night
Craving another soul, another mind but most of,
Another body to possess
Shameka-Ravon Roaix
Written by
Shameka-Ravon Roaix  Maine
(Maine)   
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