The teeth*
The claw
They’re coming for me
Slowly
Downstairs the bears
They are looking through everything
Memories and all of our food
Upstairs asleep
And you swore that you
Heard something
You wake me from a nice dream
The teeth
The claw
They’re coming for me
Slowly
With both eyes closed
And never knowing when
The end is near
You wake me from this dream
The end is here
I am asleep while they eat you
Slowly
Tonight the moon is
The only light I have
I rummage through
Looking for pieces of you
a hand to hold
a hand gone cold
i know i know it’s not right
they walk you down
you're inside out
lying on the ground

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