They stuck a needle in my throat and it sent me straight to sleep. Not a goodnight sleep, no no no. More of a sleep, a weird sleep that by wakeing from it will cause more sorrow then if you slumber on. So i lay there with my thoughts. alone with my mind. I can run all i want but i cant escape my worries. I'm not going to let this happen, although we both know it wants to swollow me whole.
Death staired at me during this slumber its blood shot eyes staired down at me and its cold breath thrickled through my vains.
I left that knife in my heart.
i Felt that gunt o my head.
IM looseing my mind.
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