This is about me having night terrors about me dying
(I don't have them as much now)
*note the artwork belongs to @sally-jackson.deviantart.
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The Cost of Terror
Down the halls and through the door
Back around and down the stairs
To there I see you lie upon the floor
Pieces of broken wood everywhere, which came from a chair.
You whisper my name in the dark room
I come towards you, phone in hand
As I lift your head into my lap, there was a loud boom
I see your body slowly start to turn into sand.
I frown my eyebrows as to what hoax is played
As to see if it was my poor eyesight
Just then I see the walls start to fade
When I fall through the floor with great fright.
I close my eyes and wished it was a night terror
I soon open my eyes and realized I'll have that forever.
