Broken dream
A nightmare’s end
Finally awake
Pounding heart
Sweating body
Sanity at stake
Sticky hands
I wiped my face
Scent of drying blood
Blood red moon
Through tears of red
Emotions a flood
Fear sets in
What have I done?
Shot right out of bed
Light switched on
A ghastly scene
Corpse without a head
Pissed me off
You Fuckin’ whore
Killed you in my sleep
Sorrow looms
I look at you
Only then I weep
Pinch myself
Try to wake up
This is not a dream
Alarm clock
We both wake up
Dreams, not what they seem
*Author’s note : When the fuck did nightmares become night terrors? Seems stupid. Night Terrors on Elm Street.
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