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Night Terrors
0 reviewsAnother poem for my Creative writing class. I intended this to be an homage, at least in spirit, to Edgar Allan Poe, but some people read... odd... messages into this. For those interested, it is w...
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These beasts of shadow, blood, and horn
They stalk my dreams and turn them black
My moods are grim, I grow forlorn
My sanity I think I lack
They stalk my dreams and turn them black
These ghosts and demons that cavort and twist
My sanity I think I lack
If it comes back not, it shall be missed
These ghosts and demons that cavort and twist
Innocence is lost, nothing is regained
If it comes back not, it shall be missed
Dominion lasts until obtained
Innocence is lost, nothing is regained
My mind is cleansed of all identity
Dominion lasts until obtained
I no longer find serenity
My mind is cleansed of all identity
I don't know who I am anymore
I no longer find serenity
Death is waiting at the door
I don't know who I am anymore
My mind is filled with ghosts of dread
Death is waiting at the door
Threatening voices fill my head
My mind is filled with ghosts of dread
Groping with dead hands of the past
Threatening voices fill my head
If this continues I can't outlast
Groping with dead hands of the past
My moods are grim, I grow forlorn
If this continues I can't outlast
These beasts of shadow, blood, and horn
They stalk my dreams and turn them black
My moods are grim, I grow forlorn
My sanity I think I lack
They stalk my dreams and turn them black
These ghosts and demons that cavort and twist
My sanity I think I lack
If it comes back not, it shall be missed
These ghosts and demons that cavort and twist
Innocence is lost, nothing is regained
If it comes back not, it shall be missed
Dominion lasts until obtained
Innocence is lost, nothing is regained
My mind is cleansed of all identity
Dominion lasts until obtained
I no longer find serenity
My mind is cleansed of all identity
I don't know who I am anymore
I no longer find serenity
Death is waiting at the door
I don't know who I am anymore
My mind is filled with ghosts of dread
Death is waiting at the door
Threatening voices fill my head
My mind is filled with ghosts of dread
Groping with dead hands of the past
Threatening voices fill my head
If this continues I can't outlast
Groping with dead hands of the past
My moods are grim, I grow forlorn
If this continues I can't outlast
These beasts of shadow, blood, and horn
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