They Are You

Midnight hits hard

All the nightmares

Are here

Remembering you about

The other people’s war

But now

They are inside your head

You are them

They are you

Sharing the mind

A collective memory

In your dreams

Being the receiver

Is painful and cruel

All those stories

In your head

People screaming, suffering and dying

While you are in bed

Night after night

Please relieve me

From being me

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