Nightmare
Phone buzzing,
Loud fussing,
Screaming and crying,
So loud was the sound of ghost's Haunting,
Looking and crawling,
Screaming and turning,
Pushing and throwing,
Vampires thirsting,
Blood dripping,
And dead bodies piling,
Now seen with a serial killer killing,
With a knife that's gleaming,
Snakes hissing,
Leaves withering,
Life fading,
People dreaming,
as nightmares are springing
Like a tiger pouncing,
And me the prey of dreaming,
Fallen into such a castrophe of unpleasant yearning
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