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
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