Laid on my bed, stripped:
Of my free will;
Of my happiness;
Of my sanity.
Laid on my bed, covered from top to toe:
To hide the scars, of ancient cuttings;
To be engulfed by the warm cold of the blankets;
To enter my sweet dreams.
Again, and again. I enter this realm
Gruesome and vile.
Oblivion. That’s how I would describe it.
Neither sweet nor a dream.
Yet. I still enter this realm.
Is this a dream or a nightmare?
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
Laid on my bed, stripped:
Of my free will;
Of my happiness;
Of my sanity.
Laid on my bed, covered from top to toe:
To hide the scars, of ancient cuttings;
To be engulfed by the warm cold of the blankets;
To enter my sweet dreams.
Again, and again. I enter this realm
Gruesome and vile.
Oblivion. That’s how I would describe it.
Neither sweet nor a dream.
Yet. I still enter this realm.
Is this a dream or a nightmare?
At times, even sleeping is not a way out.
