Nightmare
Thousands of Times I committed suicide in my dream
But my guts didn’t allow once in a life
In my dream I could hear ruckle
Was it mine?
Sometime I feel me and death are too propinquity
And sometime it's like sun and earth
I feel like a macula for this land
I am a flicking light approaching to end
The end of race is right before
But still running for the start
I can't eschew my soul
So, I am still here
Sorry god I am still alive
Thanks for the life you gave
Waking me up from Nightmare
Guiding me to success
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