The Nightmare

As you stare
Gently at me
With eyes
Green
Wild as the see
I do not
Find fear
I find
Glee

A
Smile
As precious as
The world
You give me more
A laugh
Tinkling like
Glass

Hold my
Hand
A grace
Warm
Perfect

Your teeth
Sharp
Like nails
I thrash
No escape
I fight
No release

You come closer
The truth
Comes clearer
This is no longer
A dream
A nightmare

I thrash
I scream
I wake
Nightmare
No longer
Reality
Always stronger





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