These bloody nightmares haunt my sleep.
Through my brain despair quickly creeps.
Images of such horrid beasts and cheats.
To bring me down in bitter defeat.
Horrible scenes of massacred beings.
Strewn about in nightmarish schemes.
Devised destruction from these things.
They kill and maim to further their sick twisted games.
No sense of shame.
Their evils plain.
Marching on with their sickly game.
These nightmares haunt me like a crime.
I need to stop it in good time.
Find solutions to that which haunts my subconscious mind.
Or I'll be conquered by the slime of
the nightmares that literally destroy my
mental state and heart,
sucking me dry of all hope.
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