The nightmares that pose as dreams,
That develop in the darkest corners of our minds,
The stories hidden beneath the dust and cobwebs,
Locked down in the basement of our shackled souls.
The toil and trouble such things cause when they escape and spread throughout our engines.
Mind cracked,
Troubles risen,
Paralysis prevails,
The release of devilish tales engulf our being.
We suffer,
Until we wake again,
And even then,
They loiter above us,
And we must carry the burden.

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