Living Nightmare
Asleep; I tremble and shake
Wishing I were awake
Awake; I shake and tremble
Seeing how my nightmare seems to resemble
This place as bleak as hell
Yet here I continue to dwell
Waiting for the sweet breath
The sweet breath of Death
So when my life does cease
I can finally be at peace...
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