Sleep,The Impossible
Jolted from my slumber
filled with beads of pespiration
fresh from the land of wet dreams
my sleep is no more mine
strange a land,it seems
Its eeriness is pulsating
Dark clouds now rattle my joints
I have no fear
I tell my frayed nerves
I hate this feeling
I loathe my agita
The dread is eating me
Im scared of the impending doom
Be a man,they tell me
I'm Human,i reply
Words fall but my heart falls faster
the sunset quickens my pulse
Can i go back?hell no
Not again shall my lids shut
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