The light behind your Nightmares

3:41am...

I'm living a sleep walker, just like you and the others.

However, and when my dreams ink turns majestic black, It suffocates me, thence I chock. Now I'm left awake behind.

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Nightmares and nightmares sit on my chest each night, a chest that's hardly heaving, for anything.

For there's no hope, goals, or dreams of any kind.

Only forgetness, oblivion in your eye.

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Dreams reminds you of faces, souls, places and occasions, wrongs and rights.

It slaps you, and slaps you, and slaps you, and thence?

It makes you insanely determined!

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Clench your fist at the wall, get-dressed, and runaway.

Runaway from pessimistic thoughts, lies you fooled yourself with, and...

The anxiety that is taking over your mind.

The End

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