My dreams are the tears that run down flush cheeks when despair is the only thing I can see.
Blackened by years of continuous nightmares that stalk my every thought.
Insomnia is the only sanity remaining in this corrupt scene I have come to know as my life.
Devastation is always the outcome.
Unknown answers creep around the back alleys of my soul.
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