Waking up drenched in sweat.
Another nightmare I would rather forget.
It's three o' clock in the A.M.
Life's horror movies play on a loop in my dreams.
Anxiety is running away with clarity again.
Hope is hopeless it often seems.
It's never gonna be my friend.
A bitter pill I must swallow until the end.
God has me paying penance for my sins.
Anxiety wins again and again..
Late into the night as I lie awake in bed.
Sometimes the voices are like amplifiers blaring in my head.
Some things are just better off left buried and dead.
These are the subtle reminders that keep me seeing red.
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