Dreams of Past

[sup_dude]

Oh, how my head spins.
Years of torment and pain catch up,
As past horrors revisit.
Night becomes day,
Day becomes night.
Fatigue and weariness disrupt my time,
Too tired to wake,
Too afraid to sleep.

In sleep, I have no rest.
Lucid dreams circle my head,
Of deeply buried memories.
Memories of things that happened,
Memories of things happening still.
Little known are these memories,
That are persistent in haunting me,
So I no longer feel sane.




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