Living in a Nightmare

ayatocka

Woke up with another red eyes.
Numb limbs, hurtful backbone, and drained.
Early hour be damned, it's apocalypse inside.
Not sure wether yesterday's a lose or winning but you keep the blade away.
Maybe you're a zombie.
Dead but alive, but empty.

If you ever sleep tight you'll have a dream.
But all you could see is how people die, dying and their mental states collapsing.
And all you had were only red eyes, numb limbs, hurtful backbone, and drained.

..It's a nightmare then.

And nothing's gets better sometimes.
For when your eyes lose it shines,
or how they looks like a hollow shrine.

It is not even your quarter way yet,
but deep down you're already dimed.

Dead.

  • Author: ayatocka (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2023 07:44
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 7
  • Users favorite of this poem: Bella.26


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