The Seamstress

 

She slides from
the shadows,
at night see her creep,
invading your thoughts
while you silently sleep

Polluting your dreams
with her visions of fear,
nightmares they fester,
are vividly clear

She feeds on your terror,
it’s bile keeps her strong,
the deeper your slumber,
the more she lives on

To keep you from waking
your eyes she sews shut,
no rest from her horror,
no chance to wake up

Needle and thread,
the tools of her trade,
watching,
waiting,
Are you afraid?

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