James Fletcher

Rookie - 0 Points (11/03/1990 / Chatham)

Sweet Dreams

Dying screams in restless dreams,
the normality of reality.
It's all the same to me now.
Ask me how.
How I know, I've seen it, first hand, I've been there.
My self made hell, my padded cell,
where I writhe in my straightjacket of pain.
Arms bound tight and locked in chains.

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