Parasite
At night I fall asleep with my eyes wide open
Black holes of endless memories
Too afraid to close them, too afraid
To breathe
And when I finally drift off
I am in a Hell made from my own mind
Made out of my thoughts, my fears
My very essence
Brought out of me, to let me see
All my flaws out in the open
So I am made afraid of myself
I can't force myself to sleep, I can't make myself eat
I don't want to live
In this neverending apocalyptic place
The ruins of thoughts and dreams
I am being overtaken from the inside
With a parasite that feeds on my lost hopes
I cannot stop it
I cannot cure it
I must die
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