Incubus

January 28th, 2019

It wakes me up in a cold sweat
A dream I wish I could forget
A wound that I could never heal
A memory I’m not sure was real
It makes me fear falling asleep
It just keeps playing on repeat
I want to think it was a dream
But things aren’t always what they seem
A person who’s without a name
A dream that always ends the same
They say I am the one to blame
But I got lost inside the shame

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