Catch 24

Slumber rests on the hearts

Of some, While painting pictures of horror

For others.

A tight constriction on the veins

Just enough to plant confirmation

In the garden of resentment.

Fleeing thoughts of victory,

False reality in a dream.

Shadows place fear over the eyes

Bringing a demise of future

Self destruction;

An elusive dream, or a dark destination?

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