Nightmares
Going to sleep and waiting for dreams
That kill me inside, or so it seems
That they should but instead
I find my that my fucked up head
Is laughing at what should disturb,
Smiling at what should perturb.
And then I go about my day
And I never, ever do I say
A single word about the hell
That I’ve come to know so well
And the devilish creature that is my brain.
Tell me now, do you think I’m insane?
That kill me inside, or so it seems
That they should but instead
I find my that my fucked up head
Is laughing at what should disturb,
Smiling at what should perturb.
And then I go about my day
And I never, ever do I say
A single word about the hell
That I’ve come to know so well
And the devilish creature that is my brain.
Tell me now, do you think I’m insane?
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I wrote this one when i had a very long round of nightmares that lasted for months, but I never cried or woke up sad and it bothered me.