Oh love
Hidden away
Buried beneath the dirt
Try as I do
You surface once more
Creep in my dreams
Bang on the door
Between reality and death
You scrape your nails and haunts my thoughts
Until no more can be taken
The barrier is ripped apart
My demon is here
Praying upon me
I knew they would
One day
So soon... I knew not
Dreams can be forgotten
But nightmares even when over are relivable
Awaiting a falter
A chink in armor
To fight until they escape as fresh as the day they were born
Nightmares never really die
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