The watchers watch through portals
From places we don’t know,
They watch us as as well sleep
They see just how we grow,
At night they mostly come
When we are least aware,
They stand watch over us
They whisper and they stare,
Figuring out what it is to be human
They Syphon of our energy,
The watchers watch our bodies
Prey on us and drain us subconsciously,
They feast on our thoughts and dreams
These watchers are unworldly beings,
Are the paranormal or extraterrestrial things,
Either way they crave our essence
Put us in a deep sleep paralysis,
If you were to wake up, then yo would cease to exist,
The watchers are watching,
The watchers are watching,
The watchers are watching,
Beware!
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I had similar feelings this afternoon… especially when I finally checked into my phone, and random things appear when I go to this or that browser (unrelated, or at least seeming unrelated, to WP). Strange things are happening out there, and we are never really in control, even if we dream ourselves to be. Very cool poem. 🙏
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Thank you for reading, these are strange days indeed my friend 🌟🙏 Faux
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All we can do, is sing through them, I guess. 💛🙏🎶🙏😇🌌
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