As the moon rises lest the night turns to fright, there is no twinkling little star out tonight. The laughter of the demons that roam through my mind...for the smile of evil himself...I shudder with fear. For he tounges the beads of my sweat as his hot breath and spit caresses my ear. It feeds on my fear.
The snow covers the graves yet I can still hear the corpses lament. I know what they feel. Trapped in their coffins for there is no escape. Like my mind, we are in here forever---no more flowers of joy.
However, I envy them. Even though the slimy muck enfolds them, soon they will be dust...merely a memory.
Alas, but I walk the earth teased by the sunlight for even the sun can't set me free. I walk slower now burdened with the unprovoked grip of terror. He, with his sharpest talon digs deeper into my brain pushing the button again; that very one that sends the electricity of panic flowing through my veins. That is why the Beast lives and I die when the night falls.
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