'sleep' 'death' 'deception'
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Tossing, turning, an endless cycle.A constant buzzing.It surrounds me, suffocating. A white noise on loop. Thoughts race through my exasperated mind.I long for peace; bliss,In the midst of death’s grip.
You never know
You never see
When they look at you
In your sleep
But yet again you don't
Realize
That they never were
Alive
A child's terrified eyes sees the world for the violent drunk it is
One is not born immune to the immersive experience
Of domination, damnation,
Filthy bodies and even filthier minds.
