Mia de Guzman
Hypnophobia (Melpomene - Tragedy) - Poem by Mia de Guzman
my ever so weary eyes,
Even if I don't want to.
Shutting them means
I had to
bear another cycle of crazy,
A meeting with the creatures of doom;
They'll drag my head
Against Broken Glass Street's pavement;
Pull my decaying heart out of its veins,
Then eat the remains;
Burn my carcass
down the pit of their hell;
and they'll victoriously scream
as I wail.
This is why I'm better awake.
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