In the depths of night, where silence screams,
Nightmares arise, like shadows in dreams.
The heart races, the mind in disarray,
Walking through an abyss, with no end, no way.
In dreams, there hide monsters, distorted faces,
Fragments of fears, lost in dark spaces.
Echoes of terror, like muffled cries,
Whispering secrets that no one denies.
With every step, the ground disappears,
With every breath, the terror nears.
Eyes may close, but the mind won't rest,
In spirals of darkness, where hope is suppressed.
Hands reach out, but touch nothing at all,
Fear wraps them tight, they begin to fall.
Bodies without faces, voices without sound,
Immortal nightmares, forever unbound.
But at dawn, the light hides away,
The nightmare fades, but its mark will stay.
Like invisible scars that never depart,
Nightmares linger, deep in the heart.
Still, each night, in the arms of sleep,
We seek refuge, though fear runs deep.
Hoping that tomorrow, in the distance of time,
Nightmares will vanish, in a moment sublime.
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Poésie"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
