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As obscurity prevails, and the dark moon sets the tone, while the shadow still entrails with the nightmare in my home. A simple, even childish fear, slowly, but surely on the trace dimming the light as it nears, chuckles as it sees my face. With a grasp, long as the night and a mouth lusting for blood, grabs, expecting little fight growls, as a monster should. A nightmare! I'm shocked! It's been too long... I haven't had these in a while... And as my head rests - the same old song, a music box with sounds too vile.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
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As obscurity prevails, and the dark moon sets the tone, while the shadow still entrails with the nightmare in my home. A simple, even childish fear, slowly, but surely on the trace dimming the light as it nears, chuckles as it sees my face. With a grasp, long as the night and a mouth lusting for blood, grabs, expecting little fight growls, as a monster should. A nightmare! I'm shocked! It's been too long... I haven't had these in a while... And as my head rests - the same old song, a music box with sounds too vile.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
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