Eternal Slumber

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Eternal Slumber

I ended up being alone,
Cold, damned frozen throne;
With my shadowed past hunting me,
Nightmares made by my mind can see.

All for the sake of moving on,
I tried to forget what's going on;
But there, the truth is still at sight,
In front, the battle pursued me every night.

Wake me up before i can't figure it anymore,
I know I'm stubborn but I can't hold much more;
I'm dying in my slumber nobody can't see,
Coz' in a nightmare you die quietly.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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