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The surreal goes up against the real.
My head filled with cloudy thoughts.
Wake me up, this isn't real.
So many night's I've faught.
I'm sweating now, but I shiver still.
The dream has come again.
It's tearing away my harboring will.
Wake me up and make it end.
The shadows turn to look at me.
They grab and pull and bruise my skin.
Something moves and now I see.
The shadows are going to win.
Death is coming, the end is near.
In the land of night I be.
I can smell the stench of ruthless fear.
Too dark for me to see.
Some children say the in between.
Where nighttime things can harm.
Their parents say it's all a dream.
And that the light disarm.
I am not a child and still I see.
That the in'tween things are mean.
Turn on the lights and let me be.
Such horrid things I've seen.
Yet every day fades into night.
The shadows come out to play.
I cannot see, I've lost my sight.
Praying for the day...
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