mynightmare
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Stuck in the dark
With naught but a sound
You know something’s there
But you can’t look around
I know someone’s watching
I know someone’s there
A chill runs down my spine
The sky was a mix of new colors
On that day, that day that started the end.
It was akin a watercolor painting
On a canvas of chaos. That was the only
Beautiful part of this entire disaster.
