Dreams,
Are an image
Moving,
Created by the subconscious
To fit our will of happiness
We needn't worry,
For our mind will bring joy,
Though this shalln't stay long
Nightmares come along
Goodness warps to a beast
The delicate canvas paints,
A pitch black hall
What is this dark wall,
You start to fall
Up
Slamming down,
On solid hard ground
You begin to look around
Slowly a maze,
Comes into view
And a dark figure,
Charges towards you
Running,
And turning at every corner
You stop at dead end
Falling to your knees
You stare up at the ax
The figure slams the weapon,
With all their power
In one,
Single,
Blow,
But,
In reality,
It was all a dream
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(130 Words)
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