The face of my nightmare, Death's mask coming to life. The mighty fury of his blazing eyes in the dark.

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The face of my nightmare, Death's mask coming to life. The mighty fury of his blazing eyes in the dark.
A grim night in my own prison, so much time shut up in the horror of a nightmare as I feel powerless.
The world is upside down. I realized our children would think the madness and senseless nightmare endless.