Sleep Depraved


Seventy hours without a wink,
Visions come with every blink.
Around every corner, he stands in waiting,
in thought and deed, intimidating.
When blissful sleep is all i want,
he turns and takes me to a world beyond.
His skin falls off,
his eyes are locked,
Krueger takes his prize,
when i close my eyes.

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