Harvesting Dreams

I’m behind her eyes throughout the night,
I’m playing with her dream.
She doesn’t realise it’s me that knows,
Shadows aren’t as they seem.

I make her feel comfort, safe and secure, 
As snug as a bug in a rug.
She doesn’t realise my smoke’s more than toxic, 
A dreamy sort of drug.

With me in her mind she’s protected, guarded,
From everything that is real.
She thinks this is how sleep’s meant to be, 
A sleepy slaughtered kind of surreal.

I’m the genuine authentic nightmare man,
Stealing dreams from every night.
I’m the guy that makes her sleep with nothing, 
Harvesting her dreams by candlelight.

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