Nightmares sometimes in our sleeping hour.
They awaken in us, fears of our subconscious seep into our peaceful sleep.
The fear of him following me.
Though dead spirit haunting my sleeping hours.
A husband not in bed to protect me, the fears come out of me into my unconscious mind.
It becomes difficult to sleep, difficult to breathe, I see him in my memories.
The cruel man undead before me.
His words breaking me, "Why do you haunt me?"
"Because I can, until you can let me go."
Dead physically, subconsciously still around haunting me.
Stop thinking of him, be peaceful again.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
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