My heavy eyes, my pounding head,
Sleeping takes me from my dread.
Unconsciousness promises a dreamless, easy sleep,
But for it's promises it cannot keep.
I wake with pained but muffled screams,
Those nightmares should not be labelled dreams.
I groan as the wild colours fill my mind,
Cold hands are grabbing me from behind.
I twist my head, struggling against the grip,
But the tightness does not slip.
This terrifying nightmare happens every night,
Yet, somehow, I still can't overcome the fright.
I fall into the blackness once again,
As this pain refuses to ever end.

The End

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