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Never Ending Nightmare


This cycle, it never stops.

Look around, where’s the clock?

What time is it? Can I go home?

No response, I’m all alone.

So I walk.

And walk..

And walk…

Till the blood bleeds red and my legs fall off.

Till the screaming in my head turns to smoke fueled coughs.

Till I wake up… Until it all stops.

So I carry on.

And on..

And on…

Until it’s all over, until it’s all gone

Until I wake up and the cycle can stop

Until the sun rises on a brand-new dawn

Only then can I leave this dream driven pain

But it takes all night for me to find my escape

And before I wake up I’m surrounded by pain

Hell would be better

Everything is wrong

Labeled dead letters

Presented to the gone

 

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