the way that dreams work- that is what im really dying to know.
how,sometimes, your mind gifts you with images that make your heart burst with joy-
then the next night, it tortures you with memories better left forgotten, tossed into the trash.
i want to know why there are nightmares-
or in my case, night terrors.
bitter,angry, destructive dream-like things that start off beautiful,
but generally go down hill in abrupt, brutal ways.
reliving deaths, and watching new ones,
the twisted depths of this brain of mine-
what i really need to know is how something that can be so peaceful, so appealing 
can also be dark, dirty, murderous in all ways.
im just dying to know how dreams work.

The End

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