Dead Dreamer
In the beginning I knew I wasn't whole.
To shed this world, I'd have to kill my soul.
Over and over my bodies breathed sighs of relief
when released from intensely mental postmortem grief.
I'd cry myself to sleep, the end just felt so real.
Nightmarish fairy tales of Love I'll never feel.
Yet dreams of death are only dreams
and life is not as finite as it seems.
Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2010
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