Dying In Dreams

I must be odd, for I have died in dreams

When others say it only makes them wake

And I can't find a cause for heaven's sake

So I endure it ev'ry night it seems

I must be odd, for I feel pain in dreams

When others say they haven't felt a thing

But I have visions only devils bring

That give my little head its tearing seams

Forgive me if I dare not rest my eyes

I do not waste my time with counting sheep

I only hope there lives a gallant soul

Who'd dare to venture down a hole so deep

To come and rid my mind of all the sound

And save me from the horrors of my sleep

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