Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome
is nothing but a living hell
doctors dumb you down with pills
hoping that you're get well
Yet when you try to sleep
you see the flashes of violence
they keep you in a state of unrest
and repeat on you like a bad lunch
Sometimes you don't feel human at all
just an automaton with scares within it's mind
death and dying become not just dreams
they become familiar bed fellows
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome
is nothing but a living hell
doctors dumb you down with pills
hoping that you're get well
Yet when you try to sleep
you see the flashes of violence
they keep you in a state of unrest
and repeat on you like a bad lunch
Sometimes you don't feel human at all
just an automaton with scares within it's mind
death and dying become not just dreams
they become familiar bed fellows
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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