Dread
Crazy girl with the porcelain mask
Memories and nightmares make a crack
Her cool facade starts retreating
She bites her lip and forgets the bleeding
Her heart beat slows
Mercilessly the crimson trail continues to flow
She collapses and everything goes black
She wakes up and realizes she’s back
She closes her eyes and tries not to cry
She falls asleep and dreams she would die
The cycle begins again
The memories
The nightmares
The pain
The Dread
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