Be the One
Blood screeching though the walls
It slowly pure
Nightmare comes to life
It haunts your dream
There's none to help
No sleep will comfort you
The sleek poison traps you
Your mind seems all to lost
You reach for help
And scream for help
And no one listen to your silence
You try to open out
And silence is dominant
But one sees behind the close face
And "One" is to help
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