These hands upon my body, pressed
Have they come to haunt my being?
Or is this an illusion, I am seeing?
Still I sleep, and do not awake
But I can feel my body quake
And tremble, like the ground that shifts
Yet, no words are falling, from my lips
I continue, to lie here, to contemplate
Knowing, these nightmares, seal my fate
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