I lie awake fighting with my deepest demons, who hide their fears and are eager to come out on a venture.
I try whip them off, and strike them a little, and hold myself back to give me a cuddle.
In my sleep, they pull my soul and invade my dreams and play with their wicked bees.
They buzz and wake me up, and I fight with all my might, shutting my eyes to sleep tight.
They play their little tricks and give horrifying ideas, and scare me to death.
I wake up with a jerk, pushing them off and pulling me near, with all my power, to summon their will.
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