Through shuttered lens
The horror plays
Heartbeat quickens
Beads of sweat form
Rapid breathing
The torment, real
Trying to wake
To end this dream
Each night it comes
Each night , I fail
The horror plays
Heartbeat quickens
Beads of sweat form
Rapid breathing
The torment, real
Trying to wake
To end this dream
Each night it comes
Each night , I fail
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