Day turns to night,
sleep turns to dreams.
A perpetual echo
that reflect reality...

Persistant motion towards the unobtainable.
Something keeps me holding onto nothing.
Run! Sprint! Before it's too late...
But you're far gone and I am beyond lost.

This habitual rain within doesn't help either.
My hazy mind sees no light at the end of
this grueling tunnel...
Advancement through the night brings a bitter morning.

Not a dream, nor reality.
This nightmare conquers me.