Out of the Darkness
The hour is late,
my waxen dreams are blurred
by the stale night.
A face emerges
out of the darkness;
it looms above my bed.
its dreadful hypnotic eyes
glow red in the dark.
I try to shut my eyes
yet I feel its glare
hard on my soul.
I attempt to scream
but it is muffled
by a cold lifeless hand.
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