I write these rhymes around your mind that would bend time, thoughts, ideas... these are mine. Read close as the ghosts from the hell fire roast will combine and intertwine your fears your joys into the most columbine nightmares.
Haunting your neurons... tensing your muscles... pinned by the hag... tied down by the disconnected brain... can't move a leg, yet hair stands tall on your spine... she looks... no she stares as she sits there.. blankly into your soul, but you can't escape this dark hole... NO!... screams fill your head, but never escape your mouth, you are mindful, your body dead... no numbness... no movement... cemented into the bed as the thoughts of dread sink into your head... riding out this sick carnival ride of unconsciousness... subconsciousness...
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