The dead

As I was dreaming about my life
I heard the horrible steps
One by one, coming closer and closer
The echo of them gives me the creeps
I know what's coming
Why she is coming
I turn around to face the wall
behind me i hear the door cracking
She is in my room now
The steps are next to me
I feel how my bed moves
She sits next to me
I can hear her breathe, so cold
I turn to meet her
She is wearing all black
I cant see her face
I see her hands, there it is, the crown
I know what will happen when she puts it in my head
She raises the crown
Its so beautiful, so glittering, so shining
I feel it sliding in my head
Then we walk out of there together
The dead and me
Holding hands, till eternity



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