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Sober -Part 2-
Laying down with clean blood and a clear brain Feels better, even if I have the small sadness ache and pain. I close my eyes and smile because I was able to keep Sober for a day, and can be sent to restful sleep. But….who is standing in the corner of my room…? Seven feet tall and over me this shadow of darkness does loom. Just staring, unmoving, as I happen to be, Since this paralysis demon is here for me. I kinda forgot that he shows up when I have sober dreams And he has friends to make sure we are on uneven teams. Now that I see, I remember, why I was drinking. Because I can’t move right now? Except for my blinking. I can’t control my breathing, I can’t move my arms. I can’t scream, and I can’t protect myself from harm. Internally screeching, begging this devil to leave me alone, Feeling icy tendrils dig into my flesh and start breaking my bones. Then I blink and he’s gone and I can finally move. I remember now what pushed me to what others disapprove. I swear I tried to put up a good fight, but my attempt is over. If I have to see him every night, I can’t go back to being sober.
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