Dreams can’t kill you

But what about the faceless man

Who visits in the middle of the night

Disappearing before he can take my own face

And make me one of his own?

Dreams cannot kill you

But what about the robed woman

Standing at the edge of my bed

Waiting to take me to a gruesome land

Full of horrors previously unknown?

Dreams can’t kill you

But can you really say that again

When the shadow at the edge of the room

Creeps closer, and closer

Preying upon the fears of a child left to sleep alone?

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