Sweet dreams.
Or so it seems,
When the moon barely beams down
Pajamas on
I tuck me in
Knife under head,
gun in hand, safety not on
Doesn’t matter
When you have got
Sleep paralysis
C’mon on in, take the lot
Guns over here
Just be a dear
Don’t make a mess
Don’t mind me, I’m paralyzed
No need for fear
Realized it was
Risky, ditzy
I can hear it all, just stuck
Awake, sleeping
You know, these things
Weird happenings
Dreams get bad, as i lay stuck
on the bright side
Of the full moon,
When my mind wakes
My body, I’ll track you down
Without a sound
I’ll Hunt you dead
In the day light
My ghost and me
We will be, eyes wide, awake
The day they took my sleeping gun
Shouldn’ta been done

© fire_tamed_dame