Dreams are not just dreams


At least not for me atleast.

All i see is darkness,

And all i hear is the whispering of the damned.

They try to trap me,

Trap me in the cage of my mind,

And take control of my body.

They make me travel the never ending valley of shadows and death.

The voices are getting closer,

Too close for my sanity.

They are starting to surround me,

Coming from all directions from inside of the void,

The void of hypnos.


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