(Sleep) My Dear
Look into my eyes, my dear,
You'll see there is no laughter there,
No mockery and no pretence,
Your death will be no accident!
I am the shadow beneath your bed,
The nightmare inside your head,
The fear that racks your very soul,
The ghoul that makes your skin crawl!
Don't try to run, you cannot hide,
For 'tis I who lurks inside your mind,
I am the urge of suicide,
Feel me prepare you to die!
I am the hand that guides the blade
Across your wrists, to make you bleed,
I am the agony and the tears,
That ends the torment of all those years!
Lay still, my dear, feel my caress,
As I lead you to oblivion's nest,
Your bed is made, it's deep and cold,
Sleep, my dear, I'll fill the hole!
borloff
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