I wonder if the dream contains
both beginning and an end
the sad dawn to final act
or slow torture before my death
I’ve lost the start in the fog
and the future is beyond my sight
into this void I find myself
occupant of numbing fear

the future holds no glad lure
when only days I can endure
what lays beyond is full of dread
I'd avoid if I were dead
this is the cure that I'll embrace
a last resort that's all to real
in the mind that that only see
grinding stress I can't release

in small doses I'll discharge
the poison that fills my life
it's not enough to cure the soul
instead the patient must endure
looking back to the dream
cosmic joke by beggar king
if only laughs would fade
drop the curtain, end my days.

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