R.E.M.emories

of a reoccuring nightmare that drove me to distraction

i've begun to dream again

technicolor seeping in

distorted figures cloud my mind

i rarely make it out alive

or as of yet, at least unscathed

and yet one detail stays the same

no matter what amount of fear

or strange encounters had in here

nor circumstance, or situation

seems to cause it deviation

by now it's growing quite redundant

i always dream i'm being hunted

a faceless man with different rifles

each night i fight for my survival

and though some eve, i do survive

on just as many more i've died

and though a part of me suspects

these visions do indeed reflect

unease within some unknown facet

of my mind formerly placid

now upheaved from waning slumber

as my days, too are, pulled under.

though formerly they were at fault,

causing some sort of somersault

once in dream, from wake, i'd hide

from all the troubles in my life

but now, to dream i fear to tread

lying awake each night in bed

but deprivation wears me thin

with no place left for contentment

and as i watch it all destruct

in spite of hope, or faith, or luck

once more in sleep i'm finding comfort

but now i'm wishing that the hunter

worked as well in life as dream

cause i could use a change of scene

and much to my frantic dismay

i cannot find the damn escape.

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i'd hide
from all the troubles in my life
but now, to dream i fear to tread
lying awake each night in bed

HIDING FROM PROBLEMS ONLY MKAES THINGS WORSE BUT I UNDERSTAND THIS WRITE AND IT'S WELL WRITTEN.....AMANDA