My dreams are dark,
as dark as night,
with no moon,
and no stars that are bright,
my dreams haunt,
and seduce me,
the sneak up and scare me,
the dark nights,
the winds so strong,
the stars not bright,
and the winds calls,
you can hear every little thing,
from the winds cries,
to the swing,
the little girl swinging,
all alone,
and crying,
her mom left her there,
to live on the streets,
she’s been there now for a couple of weeks,
still sitting on that same swing,
in the morning,
she hides,
and waits for night,
to the couple fitting,
behind the trees,
no one dares watching,
as he tries to swing,
she’s crying,
and he’s fighting,
the couple is miserable,
and so is this world,
my dreams,
are like the devils playground,
where he gets to play around,
kill and beat,
to where there’s even dogs eating peoples meat,
I guess you can say,
there is no night and day,
its like a never ending story,
of each and every sick and twisted thing,
the park,
and then the house,
the bloody walls,
to the dark and twisted halls,
where you cant even sleep in the room,
with the toys being possessed,
to where your not sleeping on a bed,
your sleeping in a big puddle of blood,
its your worst nightmare,
to your last dream,
you wake up ready to scream,
sweating,
and shaking uncontrollably,
your try to forget,
but they haunt,
there always in your head,
and they cant wait tell the next time you go to bed,
my dreams,
are from the devils head
 
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