Alarm clock.
Alarm clock.
Alarm clock.
I almost drown in your tears.
Drink your sweet smelling blood.
You wear fear like it’s a cheap cologne.
Remember the last time that you smiled.
Because it all ends here.
Why you? You ask.
You where just at the wrong place at the wrong moment.
Flowers and chocolate, hmm your blood smells so damn good.
Every single drop I will cherish.
After you the world will be safe for three days.
And then they will be in great danger.
This is the South my dear.
Everything is bigger here.
You wake up sweating.
It was just a nightmare.
You walk to the window and breath the intoxicating winters air in.
Not knowing that in the dark the monster hides.
Patiently waiting until the time is ripe.
Yes, my dear go for your morning jog.
Three miles till the lake, one around and three back.
Then you saw her,
So small, innocent, white flowers in her hair.
You question yourself
‘What is such a small child doing here all alone?’
She takes your hand and you walk her home.
She look with her big eyes into yours.
And says ‘Your blood smells like flowers and chocolate.’
The door of the small cabin fell shut.
A high pitched laugh echo’s threw the cabin.
But there isn’t an alarm clock to wake you up this time.
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