1 March 2013
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.
Wish I'd Wake. • Opuss № I