The Nightmare
Stuck in the dark
With naught but a sound
You know something’s there
But you can’t look around
I know someone’s watching
I know someone’s there
A chill runs down my spine
And up raises my neck hair
The silence is deafening
The dark all seeing
I know I’m not alone
Who is this mysterious being
I start running
To where I don’t know
But I have to get there fast
Before I lose all hope
I run, I run
I run until I drop
Then I get up just as quick
Realizing I can’t stop
It’s getting closer
Closer to me
It’s right in front of me
Why can’t I see
I wake up in bed
In cold sweat I was drenched
I took a deep breath
Then under the covers I was wrenched
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