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Created on: May 04, 2009 Last Updated: June 14, 2011
My nightmare
I’m stuck in a nightmare that’s never going to end
In this reoccurring dream I've lost my only friend
Death is an enemy, striking every soul I know
There are no other choices as one by one my friends go
I see each lying so peaceful, their bodies now dead
There’s never time for the last words wishing to be said
With the blink of my eye, another life fades away
I wonder who’s going to be the victim of death each new day
One taken to suicide, another from cancer, both in younger years
Several car accidents not thought about, left with clouds of tears
Some still remain with souls that died long ago
Everyone is dying and we don’t even know
In this dream I’ve turned bitter and no longer care
As I ignore the things I can’t even begin to bear
I've loved all I can love and it’s not yet enough
My heart is a hollow place to hide when things get rough
Another friend is an alcoholic, one dying slowly from drugs
No one cares, they all answers their problems with shrugs
I can’t stand to lose another yet another passes through
In this nightmare I realize what’s being done is true
It’s not a dream, but mere reality itself
There’s no one to turn to for help
So many have died, each day brings another
Maybe it’s better that they don’t live and suffer
As my friends disappear to the sky, they each wanted it this way
I cry a single tear as goodbye is the only thing left for me to say
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