Feelings of the night

Nightmare faces haunt the darkest night 

I waken into screams, I’m terrified.

Every shadow feels like it’s a spy

I ask for help , a candle, or a light

Nightmare faces haunt the  still dark night

Without a lamp or torch I lose my sight

My heart is beating fast, my pulse is high.

Only feeble cowards die of fright

Their faces haunt me in my dreams at night.

Full of ancient rituals and spite.

I am all alone I’m terrified

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