Under My Skin

When I lay my head on the pillow,
It creeps under my skin;
Eyes rise up like a beastly billow,
And the silence screams a deafening din.

A daily nightmare takes over,
The rest of the the sleep;
I start to hate in me the lover,
For being a bold creep.

The space gets bigger between dreams
And the awakening reality;
Black and white themes,
Start to stop all the fealty.

A coin is tossed up and lands on its side,
So am I tossing and turning in her stride.

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