These nightmares,
They keep on haunting me,
Like if I was a source of something,
A source of death
These nightmares,
I keep dreaming of a demon,
With blood all over him,
He's evil he wants to kill me
I feel like i'm trapped,
I can't run away,
his fangs so sharp,
I know his hungry
Then, I see i'm trapped
I can't run,
My legs, there tried
His right there in front of me
He grabs my arm,
He sees i'm tired
He holds me close to his mouth,
Then he......
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