Reality

Sleeping
there is much joy
The dark nothing
of a dreamless sleep.

Waking waking
in the morn'
Waking waking
now I mourn.

I woke up.
Another day
of hate and fear.
Another day.

Fearing
hating
crying
waiting.

I spend my days
waiting
for the joyous night
fearing
the retched day.

This is my reality
This is life
and death
rolled into one.