Sleeping sometimes, for me, is complicated
Dreams ranging from a norm to something devastating
Some seem calm until one thing goes wrong and then it's escalated
Going from simple interactions to ominous conversations
Dread fills my body, I lose my concentration
Theme switches to horror with no time that's wasted
Chest tightened and I lose control
Body heavy like I wasn't here before
Dark figures mimick the demons I cannot face
I needed somewhere to run and I thought sleeping was the place
I guess there's no point in running from internal forces in hopes to escape
As broken as I am, I cannot put my pieces back with tape
I've been running for a while and I can never take a break
I'm exhausted and I can't keep running now, its far too late
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