Broken Dreams
In the dead of night,
sleep won't come easy.
time stands still.
dreams are lacking.
All of my vivid memories
are nothing but damaged nightmares.
Trapped by my own thoughts
I did nothing but been wasteful.
How can you survive a night,
when something sinister wants you?
that feeling of it creeping over you,
the fight you refuse to give.
All that I'm hoping for is
a peaceful moment,
but it seems my mind,
has taken over me again.
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