Night Terror

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Laying in my bed at night
My room is filled to the brim with fright
Pitch black and scary, thoughts making me wary,
I grip my pillow tight.
 
All that is heard is my deep breathing,
My eyes closed and I hear screaming.
But I open my eyes and to my surprise
My empty room displays nothing.
 
Late into the night it goes,
My frightening thoughts still grow.
I can’t fall asleep by counting sheep
‘Cause the murderer’s steps come close.
 

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