Average Sleep

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The moon has taken 

The sky for the night

The room is now filled

With pulsating light

The demons reach up

From their sleep underground

My heart beats faster

And they hear the sound

I count all the pairs

Of eyes on the walls

They pierce me with yellows

That creep while they crawl

I try to race off 

To where I am safe

In sleep and in dreams

Far away from this place

If I don't sleep soon

They will eat me alive

I must escape 

Or at least I must try

I feel the grip

Of a hand on my arm

Another on my neck

Please sound the alarm

My demons are pulling me

Limb from limb

This is one fight

I could never win

I feel my skin burning

Along with my hair

I realize I'm sleeping

This is a nightmare

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