feel around to stop the noise
crash your hand against the button
wish death upon gold rays of sunrise
beating down upon your skin
smell eggs frying in the pan
drag yourself into the bathroom
wipe steam off the mirror with your hand
wash away your scary nightmares
hope hot water melts despair
pray those pearls stop rolling sometime
rummage around for something to wear
but nothing matches the red in your eyes
your hair is a tousled mess like your waking hours
and the sting in your chest reminds you
that your unconscious hours are nowhere near better.
because sometimes my dreams are no better than reality.
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