The Limitless Panic Room


She was too tired so she slept and slept.
Dreaming become her panic room to life.
Sleeping became the alive corpse's limbo.
Waking up become the girls night terror.

Rife hurdles are thrown at her that take effect.
She is her own enemy-own demons.
Thoughts. Thoughts.awful thoughts, she is her own knife.
She tries so hard, Jump they say, But the info-
doesn't help. Helps a little. She's the error.
The error was within. Yearns...a freeman
She wants to be free. Free of the demons.

The irony is that she has the key, within her.
....All she does is hide in her panic room.
Sleep...Sleep..she dreams Into the realm of sleep.

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