Tousled linens in the corpse of your bed,
a mosaic of disharmony .
Shrouded in the crumpled spread,
hidden terrors jailbreak the dream scape-
painting despair where your head rests.
Thrashing pillow cases,
wild thumping limbs in dangling dances-
fear seeps into dormant bones;
the puppeteer of nightmares.
War zone becomes this sleepless sanctuary-
bathes in disquietude the nocturnal disorder.
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