Scarce to know where hope dwells
On
the dark side of a dream,
Where
omens slip inside my mind
With
piercing clarity.
Creeping
through the veil of night
On
black cat paws, they find me
To
scream inside my head
With
undenied reality.
And
I am helpless to resist,
But
slow to heed the warning,
Confused
and hobbled by deceit
As
conscious thoughts awaken.
Can
such a nightscare serve as warning?
Should
future plans abandon?
Could
I be seer to what portends
Or
might I simply be mistaken?
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