Dream Evil Dream

Dream Evil Dream

A Poem by Dream Weaver

I found myself hiding under my bed,         
scary monster’s infiltrated my head.

Shadowy figures dance about my room,
eerie voices whisper of impending doom.


Under my bed I lay silent and still,
faceless entities move in for the kill.

My blood runs cold my skin chalk
white, I avert my eyes and shut

them tight.


Never open the door that has no handle,
never enter a room without a candle.

Speak not, if not spoken to. Seek not, 
and not follow through.

 

See the moon laying low in the sky  
kindred spirit's that refuse to die.

 

Wake to early sweat covers your head

wake to late you're already dead.

© 2010 Dream Weaver


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Dream Weaver
Just a dream.....zzzzzzzz

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AHHHHH! I would never hide under the bed!! That's where all the bad things are.. very vivid images..

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on July 21, 2010
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Dream Weaver

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