Blank faces stare back at me.
Through their eyes no soul i see.
All around a cold damp fog.
From this scene i quickly jog.
Devilish voices call out my name.
With me these blank faces are playing a devilish game.
Stop they shout, come back and play.
Fuck off i shout, no bloody way.
I feel a hand upon my back.
Then on my face a hand does smack.
I fall hard to the cold damp ground.
Those blank faces are now all around.
I let out a terrifying scream.
I awake and realise all above was just a nightmarish dream.
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Sometimes nightmares seem really realistic!
So true Anna Marg, thanks for reading.
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