my nightmares are awake
<>the passing of time
the death of tempus temper
swallowed up in the whimper
of the decaying day
my nights are cold
bathed in black rites
and familiar spirits
and when they speak i sympathize
as the waters gather in the corners
of my eyes
my nightmares are alive
restless, as i descend into mania
i have to save my own soul
because no one knows
that my nightmares are awake
i can feel the cold touch
the kicks and such
the bitter bites
and the pitter patter of rain and ruin
no guilded lillies in my garden
just my soul to rake
the earth opens up and my skies harden
my nightmares are awake
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