Each time I look into a mirror
There are a hundred things that move
And I am well to be afraid
of the things I cannot see
Because every night
is a well crafted nightmare
Created just for me
And to think that something
in my psyche
Loves so much to torment me.
Isn't that sweet.
Copyright (c) by M.R. Haden 1997
Reason for writing:
I don't dream often; when I do, they are nightmares. This is about that.
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