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Nightdream

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Published: Jun 26, 2017

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Shut my eyes, I see screens
Close my ears, I hear screams
Always nightmares, no more dreams

They speak so loud, but I only hear silence
They stand so close, but I only feel distance
Want to understand, but there's too much resistance

At least that's what I think 'til I hear the voices
23 storms of silence and choices
Can't see through the chaos to find where the noise is
It's all I can think of, it draws all my focus

Gotta let go of the pain, let go of the past
See death on the horizon but it's coming too fast
So focused on mirrors that the space is too vast
Can't tell the difference between opinions and facts

Every time I break through I feel more like a failure
Can't take all the blame, gotta save some for later
Who is this girl and why do we hate her?
She is just me and she's too full of anger

Maybe that's all that holds her together
attracted to shards because at least they glitter
Fragile little doll forever trapped in the mirror

Please, oh, please just let her shatter
Maybe then, maybe, her thoughts will not matter

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Wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and I couldn't sleep so I stayed up and finished it.

I tend to come up with ideas like this a lot right before bed, and I never actually write them down because I'm too tired, but I made an effort this time! I had to write it in the dark, so the page it was originally written on is nearly indecipherable, but I managed! xD

This is definitely one of the more personal pieces I've uploaded, haha.. I seem to have a strange obsession with both mirrors and dolls, specifically marionette dolls. Stupid title, though, couldn't think of anything better.