Poetic descriptions of a couple scary-ish dreams I've had this week.
A harasser of the young, Mr. KillerMan
Escaping punishment and out on the loose
We chased him for vengeance, in a van
To seek retribution for the abuse
Haunted by things he said
That stuck like needles in my head
Twinges of reality lurking in the red
Yet all the while, safe in my bed
I saw bodies scattered across the floor
Twitching in strained seizures
The MathMan crawled to me from the door
Footsteps of Evil came my way with leisure
He approached me as I played dead
Then I awoke, full of dread
Seemingly unharmed in bed
But knowing I’d never be safe in my head
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