Incubus
We hope to dream when we sleep
Pleasant thoughts flow as we count our sheep
But what happens when the nightmares come
We give in to terror and to darkness we succumb
Scream as loud as you want but no sound will play
Run as fast as you can but you won’t get away
This is after all your twisted mind at work
Watch out behind every corner a demon will lurk
You can’t run from your mind
The truth is always harsh and unkind
After all no one knows your fears better than you
So tell me what it is you think you can do
The demons will never leave
Stop looking to the bright side and being naïve
Just accept who you are and stop tempting fate
Free up your night because you and misery have a date
Copyright © Brea Pond | Year Posted 2020
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