Through the night
They do creep,
The sickness and pain
And blood will seep.
Through the walls
We hear her screams,
As she runs from
Everything.
Down the hall
And pass the steps,
Her heart pounding
In her chest.
From a dream
She does wake,
To loving arms
Of her soul mate.
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