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That darkness that creeps up on your sleep
And steals away those dreams once sweet.
The Chaos of those dreams are unrest at
Thoughts that were buried inside my heart.
Now they unveil themselves in the dark
Scattering the gentleness of sleep apart.
But what do these nightmares that come mean
When they slither into my mind and devour dreams?
There is no denying the façade that nightmares have
As they plague the night with their sleepless mark.
But they deny their existence when morning comes
And hide in the shadows of the room’s dark.