
Monday, February 23, 2009
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Blindly, I run, Begging escape, Faultering through Uneven landscape. Feeling heated breath Of the pursuing beast, On my still-beating heart It longs to feast. The sound of it's tread Close on my heels, My mind explodes, My blood congeals. Hearing it's howl, A bestial cry. Wanting to live, Praying to die. To turn and face, If only I dare. Yearning to wake This Evil Nightmare
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