my nightmares now are my constant lullaby;
terrors keep me clinging onto soft blankets at night.
with my nightly cup of Sweet Dreams, all i know is:
the world won't stop spinning to meet my demands
wait for a minute and then stop at eleven.
close your eyes, don't pray, wait for heaven.
keep your plushies close and your friends closer,
wait for the news to bring stories some closure.
the description goes a bit like this: me, only worse.
dreams melting into the backgrounds of reality;
black ooze dripping out of pale eye sockets, finally.
wake up in the middle of the night, breathe in life
my lullabies sing high in pitch, throwing fits--fists;
i'm kept from sleep until the last note is sung.
the bruises on my thighs turning mint green
i spit out my mint tea onto the floor and fade
wait for a minute and then stop at eleven
close your eyes, don't pray, wait for heaven
keep your plushies close and your friends closer
wait for the news to bring stories some closure
keep the wheel turning, the cycle of fear going
the walls of my mind close in on my thought
everything i dreamt turning out to be for naught
keep the spokes in rotation, for the sake of hate
wait for a minute and then stop at eleven
close your eyes, don't pray, wait for heaven
keep your plushies close and your friends closer
wait for the news to bring stories some closure
Points: 83
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