It's so scarily grim
That I see the dead in my sleep
Those who are still alive but cannot be with meIt's so horribly sick
That I see the dead in my wake
They are born in the shadows as the light fades awayAnd so every night
I fight with myself,
Deciding which hell I would likeAnd yet every night
I lose to myself, to
Demons walking the realms without lightUntil sleeping feels real
And reality is filled with
Visions that make it seem fakeFor the monsters I see
Will not leave me alone
Whether I am asleep or awake
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Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.