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Incubus
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Mental Stuff Don't fall
can't fall
won't fall
back into slumber
only to be woken again
by my own personal incubus.
This thing of nightmarish descent
Hath grown
and strengthened
In my mind.
Good to bad
bad to worse
eventually it'll go
to death.
MY INCUBUS!
MY NIGHTMARE!
Why does this happen to me?
Why is the only question
racking my brain
Why?
eyes getting heavy
head falling back
Sleep engulfing me
In its torturous grasp.
This thing of nightmarish descent
Hath Grown
and strengthened
in my mind.
Good to bad
Bad to worse,
Death.
