I woke up dead today
inside a living dream
I woke up in a nightmare world
the catalyst of screams
I woke up in a torrent
this storm I know so well
I woke up like I always do
inside my living hell
I went to bed last night
but couldn't go to sleep
I lay awake with open eyes
and counted dying sheep
I know that I'm still breathing
and my dead heart beats strong
but how can I be living
when my living feels so wrong?
I woke up dead this morning
I smiled while my soul cried
for though I live and breathe and talk
I'm cold and dead inside
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The Ravings of a Lunatic
PoetryJust a collection of my poems. I need to put them somewhere so I can keep track of them.
