Assailed by ever returning nightmares silent as a moths wings yet cruel and violent, a dwelling place of demons and other seemingly more tender things. But their fragile appearence deceive they come, they come, it calls surely worthy of my outmost fear ragged little dolls
Tiny little feet, tiny little hands tiny little still heart shiny stearing marbled eyes
Who goes there? come forth from the shadows, let me see trembling with fear but still that is my wish because no dream can ever hurt me. In the pale moonlight a most hideous face laughing hysterially, more and more yet underneath, a whitering reflection of a beauty that once was there. Awakened by screams, mu own it seems and the rumbling sound of the rain, a thin stream of blood from where her hand touched I dear not fall asleep, ever again...