Last night I had a freightful dream,
That scared me wide awake,
I still feel the eery chilling,
That night terrors often make.
I rolled over to the night stand,
Fumbling to hit the light,
Took a smoke with my shaking hands,
Tried to light it with out a fight.
Stale smoke lingering,
As I inhaled and exhaled,
Nothing more then a dream,
And I'm surely not impaled.
Closed my eyes for a moment,
Flashback's filled my brain,
Terrors have me trembling,
As I start all over again.
Reaching for the razor,
No longer can I think,
All I want is peace inside,
The razor cuts so deep.
Blood tears drip slowly,
Down my cut up arm,
Nothing more than a release,
I never cut to cause me harm.
My eyes are slowly closing,
I gave into the temptress act,
No more pain before me,
It's just an anxiety attack.
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