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Anesthetic
There is always a chilling cold
That sweeps away those careless thoughts
Of times that have passed
Reality shows that times have faded
Into this place where consciousness never stays
My body’s numb
I’m fading out
The anesthetic’s kicking in
A product of my indecision
My hope to soon forget
Once I’m asleep
I have no fear
Expect for dreams
That plague the memories so dear
But luckily I’ll rise to wake
Unless I’ve taken too much again
But I know that I’ll be freed
Before too long it will be alright
And so I’m lying on my bed
Memories swirling to and fro
My dreams are here again
Copyright ©
Forrest Wieseckel
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