Nightmares
As if I’m not suffering enough
You come when insomnia is playing nice and whisper in my ears terrible things just before you strangle me just to watch me struggle to hold my last breath
Then you let me breath
You keep introducing to insomnia like I don’t know it well enough
You are my whole distraction
You don’t stop at night, you’re in my dreams
You come into the day ready to swallow me whole
You corrupt my thoughts
I will not forgive you
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