Sick Shape
Shapes in my dreams
They follow where I go
I come apart at the seams
Running and screaming, “no”
No place to hide
Sweat stuck to my sheets
A bad carnival ride
And demons to meet
Pain comes like a knife so sharp
Piercing through with dread
Waiting for angelic harps
Before I wake up dead
My life a nightmare, no escape
Don’t let this sickness be my fate.
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