För evigheter sedan blev jag utmanad av A. att skriva en text-dikt-whatever på temat nattmara/sömnförlamning (kolla Wiki, tyar inte förklara) och visserligen har ett antal månader passerat, men här kommer i alla fall en inledning. Tveksamt dock om den alls kommer att skrivas klart:

 *Titel saknas*

She´s here within my room

her weight all over me

the dreadful succubus that

will never set me free

Each night she wakes me up

though I´m still trapped as in a dream

I cannot... move, I cannot... rise

I cannot even scream!

A weight like lead upon

my chest most every night

and my dreams filled with naught

but paralyzing fright!

(ev. to be continued...)

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