All I hear is my heart

Dim but fast

Like footsteps

Fleeing into silence

Silhouettes speak

Noises sharpen

Into monsters

Darkness suffocates

And crawls

Like small spiders

The blankets offer

Little comfort

Against

My nightmares

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The plague of our minds is the darkness that we can't find our way through. We are lost and blind and confused in the tangles of those dark recesses of our own thoughts. The part of our head and our imagination that we ignore. The part that only lives in our dreams. What we are and what we know is malleable in the subconscious of every human, for in our dreams the laws of everything become ours to manipulate and in the face of such power Mr. Hyde loves to take over.

Sweet dreams.