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Nightmares

Nightmares come In the middle of Your sweetest dream They come from The pits of your thoughts And daytime schemes They strike You in your Weakest hour Like the bloom Of a deadly And poisonous flower It attacks Like a serpent On its helpless prey Nightmares haunt you Through the night And even the next day You wake up Hot, sweaty and wondering If the nightmare was real Your hands shake Yor bones ache And pain is all you feel

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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