Living Nightmare
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I died to sleep
Perchance to dream
To escape this old world
With its horrors yet untold.
But, alas, I stirred
For a frightful air
Disturbed my slumber
Causing me great despair.
Why? Why do we hope for peace when people die and people bleed?
Why? Why even mention the word when people continue to let this more forward?
Why let this happen? Why let them die?
Why start a war with guy against guy?
The dark of the night
Was darker than any other.
Quiet, too quiet.
A little girl
Shifted and turned in her bed.
She felt a chill
Run down her spine.
She shut her eyes tight and tighter.
Little girl stood strong and free,
With her head held high,
And her eye in the sky,
But little girl is different from you and me.
Little girl used to run and play,
She had friends by her side,
No secrets would she hide,
But soon little girl began...
