5am. I awake to a nightmare. My demons in my Psyche banged onto my door. Telling me all the troubles I've heard before. I opened up to the images gore. I lost my mind to darkness once more. Within the cold, dark, depths of my soul. Excretes out the hates that I've stored. All the fears out they pour. In realization to all the horror.
In my heart a tumor grows, fed by the worries of my thoughts enthralled. What has she not told me? What do I not know? Fear of the lack of knowledge, to not know it all.
I wish to sleep. I attempt again. To only be constrained, by more thoughts of pain. Thoughts of the past and of the uncertain. The bitter ones, those that poison. Maybe a cigarette might help.
As I burn away the rolled up tobacco. Infused with the scent of peppermint. I watch the reflection of it's ember on the window. I begin to stop, to think. With the familiar taste of smoke and soot. I set aside my thoughts by a foot. I will now close my eyes to confront my demons. Continue in hopes that soon she will reveal them.
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