Wake Me Up From This Nightmare.
Breathing. Breathing. Breathing.
I can see that I am breathing.
I know that I am alive.
I breathe in this cold air and my heart is filled.
Filled with dispair.
I look around to see nothing of my own.
I have wandered so far from home.
I find myself so alone.
I feel around in the darkness.
but all I feel is darkness.
I cannot even feel myself.
So I rely on logic.
But even logic fails me now.
Logically how did I end up in the dark?
Logically how did I lose myself?
I must be dreaming.
Dreaming indeed.
I punch myself as hard as can be.
And as I look down my arm stings.
So even in this dream their is pain.
A nightmare perhaps?
So I scream a loud scream.
A night terror perhaps?
But I am an insomniac.
How does an insomniac fall asleep?
Fall asleep for what feels like a lifetime?
A lifetime it has been.
So I pinch my arm again.
It’s the same.
Am I insane?
Why do I feel so tired in my dreams?
So I sit up straight.
I do not slouch.
I try to perfect every messed up thing.
Even in my dreams I do not accept things as they are.
Change.
It’s time for change.
I’ve fallen asleep for such a long time.
Waking up much be must sweeter.
Waking up must be much brighter.
Most likely less logical.
Perhaps much less logical.
… so here I am.
Awake in my nightmare.
About to break out of my nightmare.
Studying my game plan.
About to pounce.
About to explode on impact.
About to go… wherever the road takes me.
Upon my rising.
I will wake.
I will laugh.
I will smile.
This dream is fake.
Reality is twisted about.
Reality is about to lift me out.
Awake.
Awake I shall be.