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night terrors

I can't sleep
When the horribles haunt my dream
They're not disfigured but familiar
They smile sweetly in conscious wake
But sink their teeth in flesh when you lay your head

The specialty is to crucify you
To every smidgeon of so called wrongs
But horribles believe indepenence
Equates the right to burn

Next thing you know
You're bounded upon their stake
They whisper to one another
They all know your fate

I wish the horribles would dissapate
But even consciously they never will
Playing devil's advocate
Is the only thing u can do