I have horrible dreams and terrible nightmares;
And sometimes they switch places.
I confuse screaming and silence because they sound the same in my head.
Sleeping is the closest I can get to death without consequence.
I want to sip weak tea and watch the world end.
So everyday I watch the sky rip itself apart,
each day more violent than the last.
I have a cup of tea, not too strong,
close my eyes and pretend.
I dream horrible dreams or terrible nightmares.
I don't know which anymore,
they switch places.
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