Dream -

The Sound...

The Sound...

This land I'll never own
I'll run from my hard times 
Which door is my darkened home? 
They hang like a wind chime 
The sound...
The sound is calling me 
Clouded senses, I'm free to go
I want to enter a decorated sky
To the devil, I've sold my soul 
Into another dimension I'll run and hide
As they hang
The sound...
The sound is calling me 
A shadow from the mist slowly appears
Silent my breath
But I'm screaming 
My head is numb
Hazy, as I become one with my fears
As they hang
The sound...
The sound is calling me
Dressed in black 
Knock!
Knock!
A silhouette opens a door
Unwilling to walk through
Stirring
Blurry eyes
The sound...
The alarm
I am awake
B R E A T H E !!

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Nigel Cresswell

Alarm clocks are way too scared to enter my room. I own hammers.
It's ironic I think, I am an insomniac and sometimes don't sleep until dawn. You might think that means that I disdain sleep. If you wake me before I am ready, however, you will need to be well armed.
Really enjoyed this write Wayne, great stuff.
Nigel.

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Wayne Stubbs

🤣🤣🤣 thank you, very true, I like to wake up on my terms nobody else's ✊🤣🤣🤣👍😊 excellent comment Nigel 🤣🤣👏👏

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