Dreams
| Some nights I wake up all sweaty…out of breath tight and spent…drained I do not remember but I know Some nights I wake up all sweaty…out of breath shaking tight and spent…drained but I do remember the horror as terrible as can be the screaming trumpets blaring…whistles rockets exploding bullets passing trees falling them coming…so many of them music blocking my radio I am killing without regard no feeling except terrible fear and wanting to survive death all around Why can't I forget it keeps coming back tormenting my nights blackening my soul Why? © 6/6/2005 Chuck Schwiderski |
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