Disappearing the light beams,
Making everything end,
Dreams are no longer the happy place in your brain,
They're the Darkest memory in existence.
So when you finally had the dream of the WInged Dog,
You panicked, looking round for comfort.
You found you were nolonger united, the whole world is now one for itself.
Curling up, terrified to sleep, you cry your eyes out,
But the Nightmare is not over.
He swoops down, collecting all the dreams and replacing them with worst fears,
Only one way to kill this monstrocity,
The grey spot, impossible to shoot.
But you are determined,
You want your life back.
So in the dead of night,
You grab the gun.
Wait for it to come,
And there it is, BANG BANG
The NightMare Dog is dead.
You wake up that morning, rubbing your eyes.
The nightmare is already slipping away - What was it about again?
Your parents smile at your doorframe, and say "How was your night?"
"Fine" you say. And as you walk down to eat breakfast, you glance to your window,
And was almost certain a silloette of a winged dog had just flew off.
Yeah, so I was gonna do a wold, that failed, so I ened up doing this. Hope you like
