Assailed by ever returning nightmares  silent as a moths wings  yet cruel and violent, a dwelling place of demons  and other seemingly more tender things.  But their fragile appearence deceive  they come, they come, it calls  surely worthy of my outmost fear  ragged little dolls    Tiny little feet, tiny little hands  tiny little still heart  shiny stearing marbled eyes    Who goes there? come forth  from the shadows, let me see  trembling with fear but still that is my wish  because no dream can ever hurt me.  In the pale moonlight a most hideous face  laughing hysterially, more and more  yet underneath, a whitering reflection  of a beauty that once was there.  Awakened by screams, mu own it seems  and the rumbling sound  of the rain, a thin stream of blood  from where her hand touched  I dear not fall asleep, ever again...