A teary eye,
a heavy sigh.
I lie in bed,
for sleep i wait.
A minute gone, an hour pass,
time is going way too fast.
Finally, I feel my body weak,
my mind fatigue,
As i slowly begin to fall asleep.
I started to see the past come alive.
cutting at me like a sharpened knife.
Opening wounds that had once closed up,
as though it thirst for my blood.
It's the hunter, it hunts for me,
these haunting dreams will never leave.
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