I started slipping into dreams and out of them.
Unable to differentiate fact from fiction,
I slowly melted away, like sewage through a metal grate
Flowing to the ocean to pollute a place beyond my reach.
I can’t tell why I’m here, nor if I am,
For now I feel like a ghost at last,
Aghast, I gasped, as the time floated past,
Out of dreaming I had awoken screaming.
Only in nightmares can I find peace;
Only in nightmares can I find reflections of reality.
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