You wake up from your dreams

Completely alone, or so it seems

Your eyes attempt to adjust to the darkness

The shadows hiding the one that is heartless

His cold, fearsome voice sounds through the room

Three little words, signaling your doom

“Go to sleep,” he says without strife

As he steps forward, holding a knife

You want to scream, you want to call

To your parents, who are asleep down the hall

His mouth is cut into a permanent smile

A sight that makes your throat fill with bile

His eyes are unblinking, ringed in black

He looks like he is about to attack

He wears a white hoodie, stained with blood

His black pants are covered in mud

Thunder rumbles outside to cover your shout

As he begins to stalk toward you, without a doubt

That you would be killed that very night

Your life taken away by the sun’s first light

He leapt onto your bed, knife at your throat

Once more repeating his three-worded quote

You felt the bite of the knife’s blade

And the world before your eyes began to fade

As your life ended, he sat back and met your dying gaze

Speaking once more, this chilling phrase

“Go to sleep,” he told you before leaving

To be gone the next morning, when your parents would be grieving

So, let this be a warning for you to keep

Be cautious, and Don’t Go to Sleep

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