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The truth is
at the end of the day
when all the lights are low
and I pull the covers close
it never
goes away
it never
shuts off
I can't escape simply by falling into
'd r e a m l a n d'
because everything
every
little
thing
from the world outside
makes its way in
and the once fantastical landscape
that dreams are made for
becomes ragged
torn
broken
into a thousand pieces
all sharper than any knife
No
no fluffy clouds
no castles made of light
my alternate reality is full of demons
monsters
never to be slayed
by knights in shining armor
or magic wands and slippers
No
I can't escape
so, while the world around me
falls into gentle sleep
I lay awake
wide
a w a k e
fighting
to simply make it back to daylight