The Song of Monsters

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The cold is creeping nearer,

The fright is edging in.

Don't look in the mirror,

You will see only sin.

Not a glance behind you,

Make your way to the door.

I think its after me too,

Is there a way to be sure?

Our monsters are different it seems

But they have this same deadly goal.

They wish to haunt our waking dreams,

And eat away our souls.

How can you run from a demon,

If it is within your head?

With a shot, a toke, it all begins...

It's a living dead.

They edge closer now,

And the dark chokes out the earth.

Hold me close and say my name,

Protect me for all your worth.

Shadows dancing, spinning, changing fast.

Torment pounds for so long.

I do not know if I can last,

Through this never ending song.

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