Nightmares Poem by David Sabo

Nightmares



Nightmares like grey hairs
grow from my brain, feels like im insane

Wicked sixth senses, Spelling out
Sickness inside my brain

Everything will make sense when your dead
Forget what your heard, forget what you said
Everything is getting clearer to me
I cannot breath but i do see.

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