Here they come,
Here they come,
Images spinning \'round my head,
As I\'m lying on my bed,
What to do,
What to think,
As slowly, adieu,
Everything begins to shrink,
A dream,
A recollection,
A spitting image of replication,
I\'m overtaken,
By the sight of the shaken,
And the sight of the newlywed,
I see it, the image,
The one I dread,
Approaching and rising,
Like that of the undead,
In the corner,
On the wall,
As I soon begin to fall,
A pane of glass standing tall,
I look out,
And am shocked to see,
The world spinning all around me,
My breathing slows,
The serenity shows,
That nature only grows,
I hear a shriek,
And look awry,
Only to hear a bone-chilling cry,
My legs take action,
I surpass relaxation,
My heart is pumping,
I see a light,
I begin jumping,
I shout with joy,
Yet it was but a ploy,
For when I turned I saw a boy,
Eyes of fire,
An air of mist,
He rose in the air and off I was whisked,
I lost the place that I so missed,
I sought my life,
I ran from pain,
But arrive here without gain,
The monsters close in,
They cut the distance,
I wake and see,
The value of photo reminiscence.