Every night I fall asleep only to be entrapped by the same nightmare.
Wandering through the paths, each blacker than a moonless night, the breath draining from my lungs.
Taunted by the faceless demons laying in wait, to rake my soul to their evil master.
Every breath I take, is weaker than the last.
The dark spirits laughter, filling me with fear.
Wake me from the dreams that torment my decaying soul.
Wake me Oh Lord, end this pain I feel, fore which there is no cure.
Suffering the painful days and nights filled with nothingness.
Wake me from the pain with which I am filled.
Now, I wake....yet the pain still thrives within me.
On the day I finally meet my maker, my cure will come.
For my cousin Daniel Richard Vough II
Every day a struggle, CF had a hold on him.
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Kristina White
writing since 13 but now trying to for-fill my dream of using words to help others
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