Nightmares.

I’d rather forget about you
yet, you manage to crawl your way back into my mind while in a sound state
I can’t get rid of you. I trusted you
You are my adversary
You ruined me, my art and my pride
And on thoese days I lay in bed
I try to understand why I’m still alive
I feel empty, a whirlwind of darkness
An unmotivated machine of art
Im a failure but it’s not my fault
You’re sad and its not my problem
Remember the golden rule
For you’d be mistaken
I have grown, I am no longer a wreck
Just sleep with one eye open
Because if the golden rule is true
Consequences are coming for your neck