This Whirlpool of depression makes me
Live in aggression. The clown of insomnia
Keeping me up with his loud honking nose
The car of my anxiety spinning over and
Over doing doughnuts in my head.
The monster of schizophrenia rattling and
Shaking my bed. Whispers of death
Straight from a demons breath. Burning
Alcohol tears right through my throat. I'm
I'm a sinking ship. There is no life boat.
As I sink to the sea floor, I see a light
I see an open door. Holding my breath
Trying to avoid death. I swim through
To hells door. I try and escape but his
Grasp is as right as a snake. The more
You move the tighter it squeezes.
Can't breath must get out.
As I shout I wake up it was just a dream.
My mind screams for me to go back
To sleep. I refuse and make a pot of
Coffee. I force my self to stay awake
Cuz when I close my eyes He is there
Waiting to greet me. This is my living
Nightmare.
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