I saw a girl in my sleep. I don’t know if she is real or if she is me. Pure beauty with a dark soul. She might be from hell because hell is my home. She had lips red as blood and hair dark as night. Her touch is as cold as the winter air. Leave her in the dream because she belongs there. Everyone would love to see her die but if she dies, that would kill the night. She haunts me in my dreams until the morning light. She won’t hurt you but just don’t make her mad. She won’t hurt you. Just remember what I said.