You lay your head to rest on your pillows,
You go to your much needed rest and sleep,
You pull up sheets, your comforter billows,
You go to the dreamscape without a peep.
You see the bad things coming toward you now,
No place to hide, no where to run, you're dead,
You try to find out what it is, but how?
No, you need to get far away instead.
You find yourself running from that unknown,
Running through grass that's sharp, sky turned pitch black,
Running from fear itself, what evil's sown,
Keep running, can't bring yourself to look back.
Suddenly you wake up then, safe in bed,
Finding that it's all been inside your head.
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