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Dream Stalker

I fear to sleep, I wait to dream,
for they reside in your thoughts,
your deepest nightmares relived,
your sins create a pain that is all too real,
and you fear all but what is known,
when everything around you is unknown,
and your darkness is swallowing you,
like some cold, limp jaw which feeds upon,
the dregs of humanity with utter delight,
and who stalks your dreams at night,
and which creature is waiting,
in your paradisal kingdom, waiting for you,
and what are you,
when you look at yourself in the mirror?
what darkness follows you,
when you're all alone?
but aren't we all alone all the time,
in our own right?

They take you to the sweetness of your own self,
they follow you down to your heart,
they feed upon what you create in you,
a tiny pin prick on your neck,
with gossamer stars and blackness in your eyes,
you sleep without regard to what is behind you,
awaiting in the darkness, to fufill your dreams,
your secret, dark fantasies of a night like this,
with the dream stalkers in your mind,
outwardly as well, in your chambers,
as you sleep unknowing, unthinking,
if you'll awake tomorrow in the same state,
you are today,
For what creature awaits just outside of you,
waiting to be created by your thoughts,
your deepest thoughts, which you share with me,
the dream stalker.