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Wake the Dead
The demons scream inside my head
Trying to wake the dead,
But the dead cannot hear
For they have eyes, but no ears.
Their voices vibrate in the air
Blending to become a nightmare,
A nightmare of dark desires
That flare up, like a fire.
Scream,scream,scream,scream,scream,
I wish this was all just a bad dream,
The echoes pound in my head
And I'm afraid they might wake the dead.
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Summer Arthur
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