The Closing Obsession of the Victim

One nail across--Awake, my nightmare found me,In my dreams, my nightmare bled meAnd found my name.Found, and drained. I find my nightmare close,Behind my eyesMy nightmare finds me againStalks and obsesses my nameBuilt to satisfy me againShe once found me deadAnd brought me backI found only nightmaresOnce again. The nightmares grew to lengthsFar beyond I …

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