While sleepy thoughts go through your head
The monsters stir beneath your bed
Afraid to even fall alseep
Scared of what dreams will reap
But this cursed body cannot take
24 hours of being awake
So try all you want to fight your fear
Because, too late, your dreams are here
Among them are evils without a name
by tomarrow you won't be sane
Trapped inside your own dreams
No one even hears your screams
they torture you with your own fears
and they laugh at your tears
The sun will rise for dawn to break
and from your dreams you will awake
With a cold sweat and your heart racing
around your room you will start pacing
So as strange as it may seem
I dread it when I have to dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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