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Lying wide-eyed in the dark Why am I not asleep? The mask on the desk grows bloodshot eyes The little noises that insects make As they crawl across the walls Fills the room I can’t breathe The stench of the grinning corpse in the bed next to me Is unbearable, suffocating The sweat rolling down my skin Feels like ants on my skin I can’t move I’m bound by my own flesh I’m screaming through lips sewn shut This madness This terror It’s eating me up from the inside
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Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 11:12 AM UTC
The Fear
Lying wide-eyed in the dark Why am I not asleep? The mask on the desk grows bloodshot eyes The little noises that insects make As they crawl across the walls Fills the room I can’t breathe The stench of the grinning corpse in the bed next to me Is unbearable, suffocating The sweat rolling down my skin Feels like ants on my skin I can’t move I’m bound by my own flesh I’m screaming through lips sewn shut This madness This terror It’s eating me up from the inside
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audrey-doomknuckles
American
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 11:12 AM UTC
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