Barbwire Dreams
I toss and turn because i can not sleep.
I think its because my barbwire dreams.
I fell them tearing into my flesh.
Its like I am breaking through a wired mess.
It seems it is slowly closing in around me.
It slowly pulls me deeper in.
I hate these dreams of hate.
I hate them because i know there memories.
Copyright © Josh Nipper | Year Posted 2010
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