Cinematic Fears
I was small to the creatures before me
No light to see through the dark
The uncomfortable chair wont let me free
Can't close my eyes, the dark has left its mark
Its almost over, I must survive
They wont hurt me
They cant hurt me
Its almost over, I must survive
I'm big to the creatures before me
Lights are all around
This chair finally let me be
"Mom can we leave the movies now?"
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