Sweet Dreams Everyone X

seeps over the land.
The last traces
of light compete
to make a stand.
The witching hour
is upon us, and
all is not well.
The damned wake,
emerging from
where they dwell.
They rip out the
souls of those
that are sleeping.
And into your
dreams nightmares
start creeping.
They stitch up your
mouth so your
unable to scream.
Playing with your
mind they control
all your dreams.
With stories of
their evil they
torment your ears.
Unraveling your
mind and revealing
your fears.
Desperately you
try to wake but
where can you run.
Your nightmare
won't be over
until they are done...