Angel Dust
He finds me when I try to sleep,
He’s even in my dreams,
Lulling me into sweet assurance,
Then tearing me at the seams,
I don’t live where you do,
I live inside my head,
My sense of trepidation,
Turns my bones to lead,
My heartbeat is strong and heavy,
I feel like I might die,
That grey figure whispers in my ear,
He tells me to comply,
If I do what he says I’ll be spared,
But his capriciousness I do not trust,
It doesn’t really matter what I think,
He is my angel dust.
Copyright © Martini Blank | Year Posted 2015
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