An oil-slick of nightmares
choke a sea of dolphin dreams.
Eyes closing,
concious fading,
but vision still betraying
all my fears,
all my anger,
all my regret.
No cure except time,
no torture except time.
Life is not all what it seems to be,
and yet I continue living...

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