Dead

In the endless hour of my dreaming

I lie alone and hear them screaming

The echoed voices in my head

Of the living of the dead

I lose myself

But I’m confined

Trapped behind my dead end mind

No thought

No dream

No goal to keep

A chance in death to gain my sleep

The darkest realm is deep within

A place to suffer and begin

To find myself once more alone

Staring into the bleak unknown.

I close my eyes

I will not see

That face in the mirror

It is not me.  

  

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