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Bluelighter
To many night terrors
seems creep in the dark lately
to many times, stumbing to the ground
in tears of fear of what is to come
Riding the rollercoaster, but the only
direction is down. Getting lost in the walls
of my dark world, never finding the door.
Gotten past the point of speaking of now,
to scared to speak what might be real.
A new reality trying to sink in.
Mornings never seem to come quick enough anymore.
They only give sign of another day
no answers of when leeks out.
seems creep in the dark lately
to many times, stumbing to the ground
in tears of fear of what is to come
Riding the rollercoaster, but the only
direction is down. Getting lost in the walls
of my dark world, never finding the door.
Gotten past the point of speaking of now,
to scared to speak what might be real.
A new reality trying to sink in.
Mornings never seem to come quick enough anymore.
They only give sign of another day
no answers of when leeks out.
