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devils play

Deep within something stirs,

for the night time is when it awakes.

Razor sharp claws tear
at my arms and claw at my legs.

I kick and scream but nothing comes out,
for this is only a dream.

I plumit deeper and deeper in to darkness,
and i begin to grow restless.

The claws rip and tear,
at my frail heart.

All i'm left with is lifeless strands,
dangling in the wind.

Pieces are cought on lines,
and stuck on shoes.

raceing against time to catch my breath,
before it leaves me entirely.

Painting and gulping in air,
I start to realize that the darkness wont go away.

Deep inside something stirs,
clawing its way out from within my soul.