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One in the Morning
I'm up at one in the morning
  and afraid to go to sleep.
  Afraid of the dreams
  of that black endless deep.
 
  The alarm clock glows red
  like eyes watching me
  this house is one of horrors
  stalking me with morbid glee
 
  My glasses are fogged over
  with my sweat and tears
  this room is filled with shadows
  as my mind is with fears.
 
  There's face in the window,
  or maybe I'm just insane
  from the snaking tendrils of fog
  invading my brain.
 
  My family's asleep
  or maybe they're dead.
  I can't tell anymore,
  with this confusion in my head. 
 
  Broken and anguished memories
  drift through my mind,
  I look at the clock
  but I can't tell the time.
 
  Suddenly I hear whispers
  and my vision goes red.
  My body refuses to move,
  and there's something in my bed.
 
  I call for someone to help me,
  to save me from my fear.
  But there's no answer.
  Because there's nobody here.

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