“Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?”

Justin Alcala

From nightmare to reality
Tear filled eyes but
No reprieve and no one
To whisper confession
Or grant grace
But the cold blind dark
And the ticking clock
That counts mistakes
At least it can’t see me
I couldn’t bear the shame
Alone is a cloak
But lonely kills souls
And when it come early
It stops them
From ever being born
It’s so fucking cold
In this universe with a hole