Hey everyone, long time no write here goes

The Deepest of Sleeps

As sleep envelopes me,
I fall into unconsiosnous,
Twisted and broken images pass by
as i tumble into the infinite darkness,
Images of pain and despair,
images of trust and love,
images of hate and disgust,
images of happiness and laughter,
all these things pass and are gone,
the ground rushes up to greet me,
and in the most awfull mix of fear and pain,
i welcome the end of the fall,
The ground is hard
and the images still pass
have i really hit the ground?
am I really standing still?

A figure walks towards me,
clad in robes of black and crimson,
a skeletal hand appears and is gone in a flash,
i turn and run,
fearing the scythe that will end my life,
As i turn the figure is already there,
I turn again and can't escape,
a flash of light and i awake,
Awake to a world that can't exsist,
that can't be real,
Have i really hit the ground?
Am i really awake?

people pass by me
with hardly a sideways glance,
do i still exsist?
i look closer at the people,
they have no faces,
In the place of faces are the images that were flying by,
And still they pass,
the images of pain,
images of sorrow,
the images of despair,
images of love that i shall never have,
The world disapears and is swirling to oblivion,
i awake with a start.
HAve i really hit the ground?
am i really awake?

is the night finally over?
The sheets are soaked with sweat,
and the alarm clock shows 4:00 am,
i sit up, but don't leave the bed,
and then i feel the gun that is pressed to my head,
the guns in my hand,
before i even know why,
and the walls are soon a new color,
from the blood that mas mine,
I've finally hit the ground,
and was never asleep,
but now i can rest,
in the deepest of sleeps.

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