As I lied down to fall asleep on that stormy, black night,
I made sure to wrap myself in my quilt extremely tight.
Into a deep sleep I slowly sank,
and I washed up on the shore of a dirty bank.
My overheated body tossed and turned in my bed,
and my nightmare was the groom I had wed.
The people came at me with my shoes soaked,
and my face the evil ones, they cloaked.
I pulled away and dashed to the lonesome, brown house,
and everything stirred including the mouse.
The people came in behind me,
and I climbed the stairs made from an oak tree.

They couldn't pass and I don't know why,
but I clawed my way so that maybe I could reach the clear sky.
Everything was still like the day before a storm,
until all hell broke loose in that dorm.
Evil things that lurked in the shadows,
were slicing at my neck so I didn't have to see the gallows.
I had to kill every single one,
kill or be killed, it sure wasn't fun.
As I stabbed the last one in the throat,
I awoke in my guilt-like coat.
Sweat ran down my forehead and into my eyes,
and my nightmare ended in its demise.

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