Some nightmares follow you into reality,
Even when they're not your own,
They stare from the darkness, peering.
Their intentions are unknown.Maybe it's your madness they crave,
Maybe it's just their intuition,
Maybe they crave your fear,
Or it's all crazy superstition.
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Journal Of The Fallen
PoetryThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years