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The Dead
The dead of night can be so cold
Wondering things in the moonlight
Vampires kissing the necks of their prey
Killing them one by one
Just so that they can live again
Will the sun ever arise?
Untill sunrise the shadow of death will be present
Killing whomever it desires
Untill the next sunrise
Pleading and bleading that death won't knock on my door
Only a luster untill it will go away
It goes when the sun arises from its sleep
Vengeance will be mine
Untill the next sunrise
Can anyone here me?
Or is all dead?
"Awake!" I scream.
But none breath a breath of life
I'm now alone waiting for its death's shadow
Untill the next sunrise
The sun wakes
Everything comes alive again
Restlessly I wonder
Is it all just a mask to cover what's underneath....
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