i've seen them come, i've seen them go,
countless aeons freezing in the cold.
impossible planes, and all the math
that makes my head swirl as i collapse.
it's late at night and you wake with a
start,
with the covers pulled close about your
ears,
reality is that tiny drop of venom
that can make all of your worst nightmares
disappear.
but not tonight, and never again,
they're chewing through the walls of the
room you're sleeping in.
i see your bloodshot eyes, palor so grey,
as you scream at me to make them go away.
stairwells echo with soft padded flesh,
and there's no one sleeping in your room.
i've never met someone so obsessed
with rushing headfirst towards doom.
dreams in the witch house, hallowed
hexenhall,
there are forces at work that you can't
begin to comprehend.
dreams in the witch house are never free,
you don't own the intellectual property.
not in the witch house,
no one ever dreams in the witch house.
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