Death of A Dream by TBA

My skin crawls My face droops and melts from my bones I’m dying The world is going black My joys cease as the foul darkness creeps over me I look Color is there but has no meaning The world goes on slowly, ignoring me I suffer Noise erupts around my head Ramming into my peaceful slumber and tearing me from my life I ache Slowly I rise from my tomb My skin is ashen and there is no life in my bones I moan Eventually, my eyes open to a horrible sight It’s 7 A.M. Monday morning and I don’t want to get up