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Dream I Dream Every NightScratch, scratch what's that noise I wonder
deep in my subconscious I think not again
that dream I dream every night
it's back again to take another bite
crush my soul make me cry out in fear
run there gaining hide there,
no they found you
duck under them, and hide again
when they aren't looking run from the house
they found you keep going don't look back
you know that their there waiting,
and watching for you to stop and catch your breath
so they can snatch you up and take you away
for them to eat another day
watch out a fence jump over it hurry
there gaining again closer and closer
and then they nearly get you
and you call out waking yourself up
your knee deep in sweat shaking and spooked
the only thing your relieved about is that it's over,
for tonight that is tomorrow you'll see it again...
Daemons wifedown, down, down the path
in puddles sparkled the starlight of the past
lightning flashed pictures from another time
loud incantions, bells chime
It was all crashing down coming to an end
there was no way that she could pretend
the mysterious man feeding her fixation
she had listened to the ultimate temptation
racing through the forest
not feeling her swiftest
she hit something solid
looked up at him and felt naked
he smiled dangerously and took her in his arm
he flew straight down where she knew she'd come to harm
into the depths of earths core and straight to hades domain
her mind deteriorated and she slowly went insane
she lost track of the season
forever to remain the wife of a daemon
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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