Dreams and Nightmares
It feels like a permanent hangover.
The pain only stings once I have become sober.
I come to terms with life and realize the game is over.
Sometimes it's hard to grasp realities.
The rough times in life chip away at my sanity.
I consume these toxic liquids to conquer insanity.
Still hard to manage.
Hectic suppressed thoughts push me to an internal rampage.
Can't get over previous chapters because it's too difficult to turn the last page.
On a world stage, they try to play me like a puppet from afar.
Been burned to the third degree and had to endure scars.
Attached to things because some things don't need change.
Often when change reigns it complicates things.
Boils the blood pumping through my veins and causes me to lose my sane.
For better or worse, I make adjustments.
Sitting at the edge of the world watching a sunset.
Relapse back to old ways, in my young days, when I realized the world was like a gauntlet.
Times in this fabricated world, when my human nature was taunted.
Living nightmares like dreams haunted.
Positivity in a new life daunted.
Copyright © M.N.I.W M.N.I.W | Year Posted 2015
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