Hearing creatures screech at night,
Waiting for the blessed light.
Close my eyes and it's not real,
I will not be this nightmare's meal.
Mother tells me it's a dream,
Father tells me not to scream,
Cobwebs lace my every breath,
I know that I await my death.
Press my lips together tight,
Pray I'll make it through this night,
Hold my breath and try to wake,
I want this lucid dream to break.
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