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"In the Heat of the Night"

Enemies in a sea of familiar faces
There is no awakening
It was the thought of people like you why I once feared the darkness.

What my eyes could see,but never truly come to believe.

Could dreams be strong enough to equal reality? Part dream,Part real, Too sureal...

Ubiquitos tottering footsteps seemed to echoe

I am searchingly lurking in the shadows,though you do not see me I am there.

What I thought became exactly what I feared, I had forgotten how to scream..




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