3 AM Madness

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do you remember what its like

to cry yourself to sleep

late at night?

Lie there awake

staring at your wall

being watched

by your creepy doll.

As your eyes

dance with burning tears,

you'll be attacked

by vivid fears.

Your wounds that burn

with crimson blood

as they stream down your lips

like dirty mud.

Your heart with clench

as you scream out loud

though no one can hear

your morbid sound.

Bite your skin

and pull your hair,

but anything you do

no one cares.

I am your thoughts

that controls your mind,

and that will kill you

in due time.

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