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Cataplexie Du Réveil

Suddenly, I awoke from a Dream,
Silence clung to everything.
Everything, save an empty chair,
Which rocked and creaked with no one there.
I tried and tried to cry "Help me!",
The chair stopped moving abruptly.
The moon shined brighter in my room,
Which now seemed somewhat like a tomb.
Then Silence fell with morbid chime,
A ringing in back of my mind.
I couldn't move or talk or scream,
I thought I fell back into Dream.
My fear and anxiousness were met,
With just an empty silhouette.
It stood next to me by the bed,
Just lingered and fed off my dread.
It felt like days, or even weeks,
That it stood there and fed on me.
This silhouette, this Shadow thing,
This horrid thing of which before I've dreamed.
So many times, so many nights,
Frozen in a conscious dream of fright.
When I was young I wasn't scared,
Told myself that there was nothing there.
But now I'm older and believe,
That real's not always what you see.
I was scared because I know it well,
And what it does is moan and growl.
There it stood before me still,
Bellowing out sounds unreal.
All I could do was scream inside,
And hope I woke before i died.
I know this thing was draining me,
Remembered how it used to be.
I'd wake up sore and tired still,
At first just thought me to be ill.
But now I see it drains my life,
Now I see it's not alright.
If I stop being scared of this,
I fear it may not moan or hiss,
But it might take my life instead,
For I am useless without dread.
So I waited until its grip
Let go of me and away it slipped.
I don't know if it was a dream,
Though, It was after my awakening.
It's more like I was there so long,
My consciousness somewhere went wrong.
I wonder if it's just my mind,
And Darkness wants it's promised Time?
If it's my Darkness draining light,
Why only rarely and not every night?
I've never loathed a feeling more,
Than how I feel after It has come forth.
Questioning why It comes to me.
Not being sure if its just a dream.
My mind races, there's no release.
Even now my pen wont cease.
It scares the life out of me.
Written by FacePaint (Steven D)
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