The Creature

by Samantha   Aug 29, 2004


I can't take it anymore
I try to run
I try to hide
But it will always find me.

I scream
And I cry,
I cut it's wrist
To make it bleed dry,
But it still will not die!

It will always be the monster
In my nightmares,
The danger in my dreams,
The demon in the shadows,
That will always make me scream.

The creature is inside
The demon, the monster, the creature is me.

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