Nightmare's Remnant
I don’t know if I’m alone
in this everlasting Hell.
I can’t be the only one who has grown
spending eternity in a mental cell?
In memory’s furthest horizon
my dreams were haunted
by terrors that now shadow day’s sun.
Repulsive images from nothing created.
Yet I have no fear of night.
Although chaos and exhaustion abound,
and mercy is nowhere in sight,
adaptation demands to stand ground.
If your life is split
when the sunlight fades,
your mind will easily permit
‘insanity’ to be dealt in spades.
When the dawn awakens
my slumber, I’m hesitant
to believe what my senses experience
are not part of nightmare’s remnant.
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