Sam
Oh Dear...Sam pain, leapt out and bit me...
What could I do.
Fear - Sam
Cold, metal taste. Awake!
Shaking, sweating, blinding jolt.
Dark night, cool, cotton wrapped
No flames, No blue Death but silence like a thunderbolt.
Still you cannot sleep…
You walk out this nightmare, paced
A path oft tread, but not the same.
A cold white moon, no company.
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What could I do.
Fear - Sam
Cold, metal taste. Awake!
Shaking, sweating, blinding jolt.
Dark night, cool, cotton wrapped
No flames, No blue Death but silence like a thunderbolt.
Still you cannot sleep…
You walk out this nightmare, paced
A path oft tread, but not the same.
A cold white moon, no company.
( Read more... )
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