We all have those misshapen masochist's dreams,
Those brain-breaking, sleep-waking deaths born of fear,
Unbearable ruts of thought we worry quick and deep,
The conditions to the statement "if it happens, I'll just leave,"
Even if the place in question is the life we breathe and bleed.
The only thing that differs is the doomsday we believe,
and I'm learning the ultimate definition of sanity
Is as simple as thinking that the nightmare's not yet here.
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