A ghostly hand grips tight my chest
As shadows dance in midnight's crest
My mind awakens, but my body's dead
Paralyzed, I cannot lift my head
Whispers echo, taunting me
With spectral forms I cannot see
A nightmare world, a waking dream
A place where nothing's as it seems
The air grows thick, the room grows cold
As demons cackle, cruel and bold
Their icy fingers trace my skin
As I lie captive, lost within
And though I try to break their hold
My limbs are heavy, numb and cold
I cannot move, I cannot scream
Trapped in a nightmare's icy seam
But as the night begins to fade
The grip of terror starts to fade
And with the dawn, my body's freed
From this cursed sleep paralysis breed.
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