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Makes Me A Freak
Twisted soul,
Walking away from
the light,
To continue living,
It must take a life.
So it hides in a tree,
As it stalks it's prey,
It killed the woman,
And then dragged her away.
In the basement,
Of it's home,
It rips her skin,
From her bones.
It drinks the blood,
Then falls asleep,
I begin to open my eyes,
And remember that its my
dreams that make me a freak.
Walking away from
the light,
To continue living,
It must take a life.
So it hides in a tree,
As it stalks it's prey,
It killed the woman,
And then dragged her away.
In the basement,
Of it's home,
It rips her skin,
From her bones.
It drinks the blood,
Then falls asleep,
I begin to open my eyes,
And remember that its my
dreams that make me a freak.
Published 12th Mar 2012
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12th Mar 2012 9:24pm
Dreams often lead to a strange side
of us that we try to hide
but the only thing that is really true
are the actions we take and the things we do
of us that we try to hide
but the only thing that is really true
are the actions we take and the things we do
