Dream
All I can do is lie there
On the ground
Hoping the earth will swallow me
Six feet under
Food for the flora
Nothing but an echo
of faux eyes
and a trick heart
Impenetrable steel to others
But an empty home to me
Heart beating
Mind racing
Still moving
All I can do is dream
of a different life
Where I was never fucked over
of a fairytale fit for a blonde princess
All I want is to slumber
And dream a little more
Just for one more lifetime please
Long enough to be forgotten
Because
I am so tired
And yet
I have travelled
Nowhere
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