To Whom It May Concern
I toss I turn I scream in vain
Satan licks his spoon again
Nothing seems to stop these dreams
Tormented soul forever seems
Wishing for some better days
To only find a darkened haze
Laughing as they all walk by
People mock me and I cry
Hurtful things they say to me
They do not no PTSD
Doctors drugs they have me take
16 hours sleep is what they make
I cannot take much more you see
A whole life sleeping just cannot be
The dreams you see are bad at best
The worst ones are the devils jest
God please help me if you can
But the devil answers im your man
I do not know what I have done
But when Im gone those two men won
So do I stay and fight the fight
Or do I end it this very night?
The answer to these words I say
I choose to fight so hear I stay
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