Night Terrors

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Laying limp in bed
Music fills his head.
Its notes push and pull
Out wishes to be dead.

His tears soak the sheets.
Knows life can’t be sweet,
For all those who leave
Are all those he meets.

He wakes with a scream.
Wants to escape the dream.
Trapped inside his own
Mind, thoughts teem and teem.

When the tears have dried
Dark morning, eyes wide.
What once was is gone.
What once was has died.

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