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Friday, November 12, 2010

Sleep

As I lie here ready to weep

Trying my hardest to get to sleep

All the memories start to come back

Here comes the darkest black

I cannot believe that you are gone

It’s like you were just a pawn

Taken from this life

By the cut from this sharp knife

The dreams they keep coming

I feel myself succumbing

To this dark hole

Deep inside my soul

I do not want to fall asleep

I do not want to weep

I do not want to dream

Every time I do, I want to scream

The dreams make me hurt

I have tried to avert

And make them go away

I try and try and pray

They keep coming back

I’m always under attack

I want them to stop

I feel myself starting to drop

I’m falling farther in

Here is the beginning

I don’t know where I am

Inside is nothing but mayhem

It’s dark and lonely here

I just want to disappear

I don’t want to do this

As I start to reminisce

I don’t want to be down

Feeling like I’m going to drown

In these harsh feelings

And making these pleadings

I want it all to end

I want my heart just to mend

I don’t want to hurt anymore

I’m stuck inside this war

This war of life and death

It’s there with every breath

It’s never ending

And only the beginning

I’m falling asleep

Falling into the deep

It’s there, I’m almost gone

It has finally won.

Chris Enget 31 October 2010

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