Here comes twenty-one hundred
Time to beware
Knowing the turmoil will seep deep into my pores
Knowing that I'll have another night where the day never begins
Dark circles revolve around my eyes
Glass stained pupils
Heavy lids
My head keeps talking and it won't cease
I try to read a book or watch television
Nothing but chatter in my mind
How will I ever be able to rest?
Light comes and then night comes all so fast
Day after day I see sunset and sunrise
When will I only see one or the other?
Why do I have to be woke for twenty-four seven?
Vision of misery
Auditory of hate
I see him penetrating me over and over again
I hear her screaming in my ears "you're no good"
I thought I moved past all this
I thought my past was behind me not right in front of me
Why do I have live my nightmares every minute I'm alive?
The past haunts me and hurts me
Today there is no active abuse
Yet my nightmares make me believe otherwise
Today it feels like he is violating me again
Today it feels like she is right beside me trying to kill me
Today I hurt and feel only pain of my past
I am alive but wish to be deceased
I don't know how much longer I can relive my agonies of my past
There is no AM or PM for me any longer
All because at twenty-one hundred he and she decide to haunt my dreams
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