Nightmares
Each night my nightmares become one or the same
for the sweat runs down my face the pain keeps thumping
over my thoughts
my bed is filled with blood and pain
the strain of movement is killing me
my body shivers and ache's
as the broken door bangs forever more
for the red rose i placed upon the window sill looks so lost with out your touch
the nightwalker
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