Nightmares
Nightfall comes with subtle fantasy that grips and pulls and awakens me
from any form of peaceful slumber. Then I’m forced to be dragged under
into nightmares of warped reality; a mirror of what’s never to become of me.
Frankly, I’ve had enough of falling asleep and being tricked by my own mind.
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