Night Terror

I see you perched at the foot of my bed.
My dreams you fill with dread,

I walk through life wanting to fill my head with lead,
as you try to lure me away from my daily bread.

These visions are always the same,
as I am haunted by the same name.

My heart cannot process this by day.
So my brain rests in torment as I lay.

As my body shakes while I sleep,
I have never felt pain go this deep.

As I wake up covered in sweat,
I realize I have nothing left.

Sometimes I cannot remember my dreams,
but the pain is always the same in my bloodstream.

As my memories and dreams continue to blur,
I know I will always love her.

As I say the Lord’s Prayer,
I continue to walk through Satan’s lair.

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