Stuck in My Head

The darkness closes its hand,
Tighter than a hangman's noose,
Upon my milk-white neck
And drops a red-hot iron
Atop my heaving chest.
Horses of night
Trample out a tune of fear,
As the devil dances
Beside my bed,
Coming ever near.
The ghouls and demons of the night
Sing a haunting ballad
And the wraiths and banshees sing along,
Raising chills of terror.
The walls close in,
Yet no prince comes
To save me from this tower,
And as I lay,
I see my final hour.
For no time has passed,
And no light will come
As I lay in my bed,
I find now that I am stuck,
In the screaming nightmare of my own head.

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