Living a life kept shut by a dream,
I'm reaching out to grasp my reality.
Hands of time wrap tight around my neck,
and hit me so hard,
leaving me eyes black.
Staring at a ceiling,
wondering why I never left.
Penning words in a notebook,
wondering why I haven't slept.
Sanity is tapping in a cell
inside my fucking head.
Begging for redemption
after hearing what was said.
The nights, they will not sleep
cause the days, have played for keeps.


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