Scratching her way out from the bottom of the pit.
Losing her mind, losing her wits.
She paced across the long broken staircase.
Holding on to whatever she must face.
She never imagined how hard her life can be.
Trying hard to set her demons free.
Her nightmares take her into another place.
Where evil lies into an arms embrace.
The walls around her close in so she can't breathe.
It's her time to die is what she believes.
Oh how she misses those beautiful dreams.
Now she wakes up in a middle of a scream.
She always faces her own death
She beats it by the tip of her breath.
Maybe she is one of the lucky ones.
At the end of her nightmares is where it all begun.
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