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A dark seed within me has sprouted roots into my veins

Crawling in my mind, changing what is good to-

Nightmares of pungent death

Gasping for final breath

Dreams of slow defeat

Everything agonizing

Living with regret

Fear caused by nothing and anything

Panic surges through, waves of adrenaline, crashing down

Turbulent skies and images flow through my mind

Nothing to do but endlessly wait for a change…

A dream becomes death, and one never wakes up. But what is there to wake up for?