I dream a world of excavation,
In to it my mind is taken,
Thru the horrors of my past,
I lye calmly in bed,
yet my heart beats fast,
I look in to my eyes and my fear is fed,
Why am I so forsaken?
For in these dreams my sanity is taken,
I awaken to my hands all red,
Soaked thru the sheets and in to the bed,
My hands ache,
I have made a mistake.
And my dreams will never let me forget.
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