By Cade Blair

One fatal swoop
inside you head
spun a loop
inside you bed

to wake up in
an ice cold sweat
how can you pay
the devil's debt

for reacering
and stuck inside
you face is burning
your hands are tied

fire spitting
rains broken glass
razor slitting
etched in passed

One fatal swoop
and now your head
inside a coupe
and taste the lead

the nightmares
are here again
more icy stares