Nightmare Fuel

Your dreams don't interest me,

But your nightmares do.

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I can see them smoking in your eyes,

Hear them throwing fog

Across your words

And cluttering up your throat.

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How hungry it makes me

To press my lips to your ear

And inhale those sweet delights,

Your bitter little terrors.

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There is nothing left to my nightmares.

I have run from my monsters,

Collapsed in front of them,

And been dragged home.

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I have glared down glistening fangs

To find I am not terrified

By these familiar faces of fear.

And I hunger for it,

To feel the tremble in my fingertips

And the rank breath of monsters

In my hair.

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So, I turn to you,

A coward full of terrors and nightmares,

Plump with promise and fresh fear.

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I can see them, dancing in your eyes.

And I want them.

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I want those bitter delights

And I will have them.

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Silver Serpent Books

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