This life you see is not as it seems... it's simply the time between my dreams--
Anxious for darkness the night will bring; anxious to hear my conscience sing--
In a place where reason is blurry and rare... my soul awaits a time that's fair--
To come out of hiding and rid the foes... that forever have been my chronic woes--
Awake or not, the same rings true....Overwhelming, dark and blue--
My mood is empty, barren...removed, to a pit of dread where it is chewed--
Along with my heart into instant oblivion....by a beast so cruel even men by the million--
Could never kill it's ferocious ways....
Rather getting consumed in it's horrible haze--
That has plagued the world and the people within....since the instant we realized our light will grow dim.
© 2006 Clayton Kratz
written 5-6 years ago...about anxiety/depression and nightmares
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