Have you ever wanted control
That it becomes your sole goal.
Tired of the endless nights
Surrounded by sheer frights.
I'm tired...
So very tired...
The day dreams are full of bliss
While at night the dreams are amiss.
I can't help but dread every sleep
But at the end of the day it always creeps.
Every time the clock winds down
My nightmares always come around.
Stuck in an endless loop I wish I could avoid
I would rather be stuck in an empty void!
Have you ever wanted control so bad
That the voids made you so glad!
My dreams at night were like a disease
Until I could have these lucid dreams!
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Lucid Dreams
PoetrySo this is about why I trained myself to become a lucid dreamer. Constant nightmares is such a drag. This Poem is inside my poem compilations story Inside the Madness of My Mind where I give more insight into my thoughts and feelings that went into...
