Curse these dreams,
Called Nightmares.
They plaque my mind,
With evil claws,
Scratching my mind,
And making me fear sleep.
Curse these dreams,
Called Nightmares.
They are like a prowling predator,
Waiting for me to sleep,
To slip into my dreams.
Unicorns and fairys leave my mind,
And spiders and death surrond me.
I kick and scream,
They plaque my mind,
With evil claws,
Scratching my mind,
And making me fear sleep.
Now I can't sleep,
But my eyes droop,
And my breathing slows.
Too late...
Here they come...
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