During the day
I could pretend
Paint on a smile
It was the night
The dark, deep night
That gripped me
Ripped me
I would fall asleep
Soon it would happen
Night terrors
Running
Caught in places
I should never be
Hearing razor-sharp voices
Taunting me
Days and nights
Quickly becoming a blur
Begging for rest
Blessed sleep
Peace from the
Nightmare that
Was always
2 steps
Behind me.
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