Late nights envelope me in their insomnia
Nightmares clutch their out stretch claws
We're going to make your dreams a living Hell
They say as they whisper black magic into my ears
Don't even try to lucid dream
I listen to the calm of your voice through the phone
I only know that you are real
Everything else is but a nightmare
But even you can't save me from my insecurity
I haven't felt you in so long
I'm becoming warped in illusions
No one answers to my questions
When will I stop being haunted by psychopaths?
How long will I remain afraid?
Am I dreaming?
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