So. . . This is the first one. Some of you out there will get it. Sorry it's not very good. . .
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She stares at the walls, a pinkish orange
Casted shadows by still figures, darkness adorned
And her mind wonders, cloaked by inevitable fear
For the time of nightmares in mere hours, horrifyingly near
The anxiety takes over
Riling her nerves
To much moreover
To much for her
To take at once
As her eyes slip closed
With images of disaster
Horror from head to toe
But this was her bed time
It was time to sleep
But her dreams are of which near rhymes
And in the morning she'll still be weak
In the morning
She'll jump from bed
Glad to have the images
Out of her head
But there to remind her
Are the bags under her eyes
And she with a sigh so mournful
She use make up as a disguise
And this cycle will repeat
It will go on and on
Every time she goes to bed
The nightmares shall descend upon
She can't escape it
The battle can't be won
And soon she shall learn
That she and the monsters are one.
