Waking Up From the Nightmare

October 31, 2011
It was like paper,
then crumbled by the havoc creases.
What was happening to me,
why was my life fading.
When I'm awake,
I'm in fatigue.
It left me to rot, left me to bleed!
I can remember the faint images,
darkness, forming a hallow hell.
Puppet strings,
soulless beings.
The concert of a lifetime,
above a imaginary fault line.
The conductor is hardly sane,
smile laugh, all seriousness for the pain!
The audience is making a silent riot,
did they put all there effort in a dress rehearsal.
How do you know every scene?
Were you there? The invisible fiend?
This nightmare is to depressing,
relentlessly loving every minute!
Explosives make the perfect defeat,
every word like steel,
every lie, pain of concrete.

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