Ruptured Box Spring- by: Unknown Forgotten

"Hey, wake up. You were losing your mind.
Get up, get up. You were probably just having a bad dream.
Hey, come one now. Both of you.
C'mon, seriously, up and at 'em.
You were calling out something, I think it was a name.
But I couldn't tell what you were saying."
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"It was like that time. That moment. Back then.
Way back then. I don't know why I go back then.
But I do, I do. When first, I couldn't sleep.
Then I submerged into crazy dreams.
And woke up. I woke up in my own home,
But still I didn't know where I was.
And at 4:30am I had to step outside.
That air was, it was the sweetest breathe of life I have ever had,
Honest to God."
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To taste the air
To defeat the dreams
In realms which walking human souls can not reveal
So we slumber nightly, lie drunken or somber
All to sow in the reality we can not ponder
The fiction ruptures to life
In nightmares or pleasure we still revel in both
I've not heard a nightmare that has been forgotten
Whilst many real bad memories are quickly dropped
And the pleasure and the passion
That flows from the heart unstopped in a dream of emotions
Some hold these visions, make them closer than fact
And with these dreamers we all sit waiting for the next night
To sail forth into the lands on which we'll never set foot