Lucid
Lucid
Most of it is blurry,
For that, I am grateful.
Waking in a hurry,
From those eyes so hateful.
Chatting with my mother,
The day bright and beaming,
Just like any other,
Except I was dreaming.
Somehow I realized,
That I wasn't conscious,
That was when in her eyes,
I saw something monstrous.
Everything around me,
Stood completely still,
Save for those fiery,
Eyes that craved to kill.
Burning coals through my soul,
Embers that overwhelm,
In those cold, empty holes,
I witnessed my true Hell.
It was like I'd summoned
Something so abysmal,
That it's eyes could bludgeon,
Leaving my soul dismal.
I panicked and I scurried,
About the frozen scene,
Never more so hurried,
To flee from a dream.
Luckily I awoke,
To a cold December,
Before that Demon spoke,
Something I'd remember.
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