first poem ig, tried my best

TW FOR CANNIBALISM N GORE!!!

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"Good night, Sweet dreams!" they say,

Sweet dreams?

I rarely have dreams.

The only dream i had was bugs.

Bedbugs.

They were unnaturally huge.

They were shaped like a man.

They were eating me alive.

Screams echoed through my room.

Yet, No one could hear it.

I kept screaming, But no one came.

No one.

They kept nibbling onto me, till i became a pile of bones.

a pile of bones in a mushy, bloodied bed.