Bringing Down the Moon pt2

In this hell like prison atmosphere, time stretches and thoughts overpower. I wake up to a repetitive cycle same white smocks, walls cold and grey. I can't seem to remember my dream, but the emotional memory of them is overwhelming. -converge The wall I erected long ago had crumbled heart now is ash and cinder. Full symptoms of hurt and deceit. Promises pledged for forever a history doomed to repeat. ... I Love You ... A lie spat from you to me.