From the depths of my imagination,
comes a dream that seems so real ,
Awakened by the breath of danger,
with a presence that I can feel.
Hidden from reality deep within my mind,
shaken up, and kept from all my sleep.
I fear I'll fall asleep for it will come again,
terrified under covers I'm lying here in a heap.
The door is to far away for me to make a run,
Demons lay in wait so they can grab my head.
But if I could only grab my laser from the night stand,
I could escape because I'd shoot them dead.
Those demons of the night that stalk me in my sleep,
caused many nights were I just laid there and weep.
But as I grew up my thoughts turned to other things
now all I dream of are the things I long to keep.
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