The Strain
The Strain
A manuscript through horror
Remnant 6 feet under
Dwindled sadness
Insomnie, 24 hours
Array of darkness
Just another nightmare
Creepy lullabies softly in the background
Screams with no sound
Strove to run away
Madness awaits
The strain
Locked down in chains
Haunted eyes
Darkest dreams come alive
Nothing else to give
Exhausted to the brink
No rain to drink
Haunted bedtime story
Presume dead ghostly
Vague memory
Nightmares consume me
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