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Night Time Feeding
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]I awoke in the night and felt the chilled hand
Of a shadow brushing my face
A light at some great distance shone
Pale rays to illuminate this place
I lay awake and stared
As the patterned wallpaper came to life
Wild abominations peeled away to caste
Reflections in the blade of their knife
Sweat in beads like precious pearls
Hidden away in shells of their own
Covered my brow and stung my eyes
As they fell upon my frown
Anguish and fear took a hold
Whilst I wailed and gripped my sheet
Whose eyes would I stare into
And what face would fate have me meet
The clicking clock of uncertainty
Ticked away my final night
The darkness blocked out my vision
But not all of my shadowy sight
The room closed in around me
And I felt once again that touch
Like dry crisp palm of a deceased man
What person could take so much?
Then, a whisper, like a final prayer
Prickled the hairs inside my ear
And imparted a secret not told before
"You've been dead for many a year"[/font]
Of a shadow brushing my face
A light at some great distance shone
Pale rays to illuminate this place
I lay awake and stared
As the patterned wallpaper came to life
Wild abominations peeled away to caste
Reflections in the blade of their knife
Sweat in beads like precious pearls
Hidden away in shells of their own
Covered my brow and stung my eyes
As they fell upon my frown
Anguish and fear took a hold
Whilst I wailed and gripped my sheet
Whose eyes would I stare into
And what face would fate have me meet
The clicking clock of uncertainty
Ticked away my final night
The darkness blocked out my vision
But not all of my shadowy sight
The room closed in around me
And I felt once again that touch
Like dry crisp palm of a deceased man
What person could take so much?
Then, a whisper, like a final prayer
Prickled the hairs inside my ear
And imparted a secret not told before
"You've been dead for many a year"[/font]
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