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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