Memories had, manifested themselves as nightmares, and I’d become, confused, as to, whether or not, they were, a concoction of my sick mind, or if they’d, actually, occurred…
Memories, manifested themselves as nightmares, and, there’s, NO way I can, WAKE from these memories of mine, been living in the midst of all of them, for years and years, and years, and years on end.
And sometimes, I’d felt, compelled, to pinch myself, to see if I’d, bruise (uh, get REAL!!!), to see, if I’m, wide awake or not. Memories, manifested themselves as nightmares, as they should, because of ALL those hard nights I’d weathered through, ALL alone as a child, with NO loving parent by my side, to comfort me, to tell me, that everything will be, a-okay.
Memories, manifested themselves as nightmares, it’d taken me, a very, very, very, very, very (5 should be, enough???) long time, to finally, wake myself out, of these, bad things that’s, already happened to me in the past, and, I had, already, MOURNED, for the loss, of my own, innocence, and now, I’m standing here, guarding MY bedroom doors, with my MACHINE G-U-N (uh, get REAL, still don’t own ANY physical form of a weapon, unless you count my LOUD M-O-U-T-H as a weapon…)!
Memories will, manifest themselves as NIGHTMARES, and, they will, forever, TAG along behind you, no matter where you are, and there ain’t NO chance in HELL you’ll ever be able to, shake ‘em all L-O-O-S-E………