The Unforgiving Nightmare
The nightmare re-surfaces. A slur of words that makes no sense to anyone except me. The song's been playing on repeat for a while now. I've hand-cuffed myself to the worst fate imaginable.
Waking up in cold sweat and tears seems to be a routine. Inhaling the poison to cure the disease. Nothing's going to kill the nightmare.
Has anyone tried to push you over a tall building knowing that it took a lot for you to get up there? To make mistakes and try to correct them is human, but how much can one person take, right? If nothing else can kill you, heartbreak will. Sweep all your sins under the mat to have them emerge so suddenly and with intensity. A stranger stands tall mocking the lifeless body underneath the sheets.
Trying to pretend like it's all ok, but the nightmares make it so much harder. I was suffocating beneath the sheets, struggling to break free and then fell on the floor. That's how I woke up a few minutes ago. Fever, stomach aches and constant visits to the loo seem to be the flavour of the night.
An infection that has taken a serious liking to the host, a bleeding wound of a being desperately looking for answers and the vomit that refuses to come out.
All that's left are the shadows stiring in the coldness of these lonesome nights. Nothing can save you now....
Waking up in cold sweat and tears seems to be a routine. Inhaling the poison to cure the disease. Nothing's going to kill the nightmare.
Has anyone tried to push you over a tall building knowing that it took a lot for you to get up there? To make mistakes and try to correct them is human, but how much can one person take, right? If nothing else can kill you, heartbreak will. Sweep all your sins under the mat to have them emerge so suddenly and with intensity. A stranger stands tall mocking the lifeless body underneath the sheets.
Trying to pretend like it's all ok, but the nightmares make it so much harder. I was suffocating beneath the sheets, struggling to break free and then fell on the floor. That's how I woke up a few minutes ago. Fever, stomach aches and constant visits to the loo seem to be the flavour of the night.
An infection that has taken a serious liking to the host, a bleeding wound of a being desperately looking for answers and the vomit that refuses to come out.
All that's left are the shadows stiring in the coldness of these lonesome nights. Nothing can save you now....
posted by Sarah at
23:33
1 Comments:
chick every person has a point of time in life wer u think its da worst ever...but whtever cumz has to end sumhow and sumtime...so all ican tell u is jus pull urself along wile it lasts..not very plesant and easy it may seem but it will end n u will b better..jus breathe...
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