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Just go steady little one,
Make sure to keep your breath,
You can run and jump and slam the doors
And blame the crystal meth.

You feel like how it feels in dreams,
You run with all your might,
But stick at snail pace all the way,
Caught up deep in night.

You feel the heat upon your neck,
A smell so sharp and sour,
You daren't turn to face the burn
His frown so cruel and dour.

Down corridors so long and thin
You try to shake him loose,
But run head first, his blackened hurst,
Looped up in his noose.

Your limbs lock shut, this guy's insane!
Please get me out of here!
But he saunters on, his stagnent song
Now wafting in your ear.

Dragged out the back, now wrapped in tarp,
Where no one hears your screams,
The knife comes down, the pain, intense!
And wakes you from your dream.