Once before

18 May 2015

Seconds to minutes warped into hours them turning into days which form into weeks creeping silently into months 

suddenly waking up with only memories of what seems to be two years. 

 These memories seem only to be dreams, except they're not.                   

They are nightmares I can never wake from.

Only wishing they were just some figment of my sick and twisted imagination.

If I'm lucky my soul wakes for a moment and all I see are the memories of the dreams of an Angel.

Only for a moment, because the once sweet unreal reality, of what is to be believed my past, has now evaporated into a dark thick cloud, which quickly surrounds my every thought, my sleeping soul, and the few pieces of what once created a heart.