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Slumber
Walking down the dock on a sunny sunny day, The ground begins to tremble, The boards begin to shake. Side to side the waters start to sway. The houses started crumbling- I'll go the other way. Confused in dismay, What brought on this day. Then to hear steps running, right down my lane. Fear upload,I gotta go, I'm running to the boat. The boat takes off, relief sets in, Then I think again. I look around, my heart then pounds. The demons chasing me, were no longer on the ground. I hit the deck & hold my breath, But do not fear of death. They see my face, its time to go. I'll cut threw the evening show. Somethings wrong,I do not know, We start to over flow. I grab a raft & say good=bye I'm off this f*****g boat. Arrive ashore,can't take no more. Be sure to leave no trace. Their right on my tail,they followed me there. This game no longer a race. Cut threw the yard, Slow down my pace, Look for some where safe. Then to notice, I am all alone, nobody's here in this place. The yellow house,the smell of paste, I'll never forget this place. The spooky sense I feel from here. I hear them @ the gates. I run out back, into the street, then what I come to see. A mansion on top a hill, as far as I can see. I take off quick,& don't look back. For this shyt, I ain't beat. I reach the gates & continue to wait. Hoping salvation for me. --I turned to look and see,my demons in my dreams,are still chasing me,I cannot feel my feet. I get so scared I close my eyes & open again to see. I'm home in my bed,safe as any could be. That was a crazy f***in dream.
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