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Dark
Awakening into the middle of the night from all of
The stress
This hypnopompic hallucination's leaving me
Cold
It's crawling onto the walls and behind the closet
So real
It's crawling behind my own closed eyes

Warning
The tortuosities written onto the wall
Foreboding
Unusual letters, numbers and odd patterns
Lucky
Placebic natures of whether it's good or bad
Unlucky
It makes me question that this could be the end

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I'm on the floor
I'm dying for more
I'm on the ground
My coffin, your sound
I'm on the floor
Crying no more