My Hell
You was tossing and turning
I was burning and burning
Looking for escape
Out of my hell
You started to scream
As I moved in closer
Wake 'up wake up
This is only a dream
Your voice echo
Around your room
I reached and grabbed you by
Your arm and pulled
You up
Face to face
With I
the demon of charm
Trapped within the
The darkness
You scream louder
To awaken
But you only thought
You was alone
I needed a new home
Sweet smell of summers
Scent
I hide in the corner
Of your eyes.
Copyright © Venita Schindler | Year Posted 2016
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