I burried my worries
beneath the cold earth,
hoping they would not
rise up to haunt me.
But in the middle of the right
they found me in my ded
dragging me to the dark place
underneath the world
where dreams can’t speak
and demmons taunt,
as they play twisted games
witch my soul.
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