Sleep tempts me
So warm and comfortable
I am close to falling unconscious
But I won’t allow myself to be enveloped by it
Dreams are temporary perfection
Tranquility and meaning
Which once attached will be ripped from me like a plaster
Leaving nothing but the cold sting of reality
Because I must wake up to a nightmare
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Author:
Mayster Rine (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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