The Darkness Is Lulling
The darkness is lulling.
It enwraps me, enfolds me.
Sweet serenity humming,
"Come to me, come to me."
I slip slowly away.
I fade.
I silence time wanes;
It's ticking, it's slipping.
In tranquility I'm lain.
In a haze, out of phase,
I'm aware of my being.
I'm here.
The atmosphere's changing.
It's twisting, it's shifting.
My heart begins pounding,
Th-thumping, b-bumping.
I feel a strange presence.
I fear!
In a terror I'm gripped!
Chest tightening, constricting.
My room a gray crypt,
It traps me, ensnares me!
I sense a near specter.
I quake!
In silent panic I lie.
I'm frozen, so frightened!
By terror I'm bound!
Please, eyes, open! Please open!
I can't move! Not a limb!
...I wake.
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