Dreaming of Death
Death is like a dream
Hope that keeps me wishin
I know I'm not going to heaven
I've done too much sining
Stars hanging in the sky
Like cherries I can pick
Teaching me a lesson
Somethings are impossible to reach
What's the point of livin
When the world keeps takin
Maybe it's what I deserve
I'm just getting reciprocated
Serving time for my crime
A cage in my own mind
I won't attempt to break free
Searching for the sanity I left behind
These creepies and crawlies
I've relocated to my head
Are reluctant to the living
My words could wake the dead
Corrupted by another's humility
I've misplaced my pride and dignity
Heart and soul were already in doubt
Voices in my head are begging to shout!
Lightening and thunder
Gushing over the hills
Spilling fake sanity
In a castle of my fears
But as many things I do
To fortify these forget me nots
My brain will deteriorate
And my foundation will rot
Folds are falling apart at the seems
I can't run from this nightmare
Even out of my dreams
Thinking exactly of what you mean to me, nothing is or ever will be as it seems
Pulling shards of glass
Out of my bleeding feet
Every step that I take
The pain is too good for me
Tops of frothing waves
Reaching an equitable crest
The only thing I hope and pray for
Is my untimely death
Seems to be, what is fair
Lungs fill with everything, except for air
Waves are tactfully dragging me under
Fragments of my mind crack and crumble
Drown the voices, speaking through clenched teeth
As much as I dream, death may be too good for a coward like me
Copyright © Daniel Whitson | Year Posted 2016
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