Nightmares roam the streets of Nyx.
Riding cold waves of perspiration over every inch of skin.
Old faces and new search to find me and give their dew.
The glistening chill that stirs me from rest and turns my stomach with a galloping heart.
This world echoes a terror that fills the dark corners that feed the darkest suspicion as to what fills the fears of the mindless abject beings that traverse the timeless sleep.
All around me, yet within me, awake only to the reality of no escape.
No more running, I am exhausted and just want to rest.
In the beyond, only the dead rest and they are killers.
In the City of Pyramids awaits my tomb.
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