Dreaming

In my bed, I lay awake.
The monsters are coming, for God's sakes.
Trust what you see.
Otherwise you shall be.
Just one of me.
The dreams get bad.
It makes me sad.
I go to rest my head.
I saw my brother, in the bed.
Little did I know, he was dead.
More souls for the reaper to reap.
He died in his sleep.