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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.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
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