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Gorgeous Nightmare

The sound of your voice echoes through my head like a broken record player. My mind is at the break of insanity. Why must you leave my poor soul cold,just like your heart? They locked you away because you fell in love with death, they wouldn't let you leave even though your dead inside. Your love with death was so sweet... Sometimes when your sad death would just kiss your arms to help your mind cope with the reality that you lost yourself and who you were was never going to return. I watched your memories bleed through your pale weak arms. I miss when we were just little kids, we'd sing to each other until the sun would rise. They took you Away! They have taken you away you from me!!.... One night you came so close to escaping with death, but they wouldn't let that happen. That night deaths place was taken by insanity. Sissy...if your still in there ... I love you. I sit outside the mad house where your soul remains, every night... All night long I sit by your window and sing sweet lullaby's.... I'm sure your in there dancing with insanity. I'm not leaving till they let your soul free from from that god forbidden place. But until then I'll keep on singing and you keep on dancing with your lover. Sometimes your broken memories whispers out your window to me "Isn't this a gorgeous nightmare?"

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Date: 11/26/2014 2:15:00 AM
Oh so deep and sad - the pain of a troubled soul. I feel really choked up reading this and my heart goes out to you :-( Hugs Jan xx
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Jacob Frey
Date: 11/26/2014 8:13:00 AM
thank you i really do appreciate it this poem is very dear to me
Date: 11/25/2014 9:45:00 PM
Jacob, I feel the sorrow in your words and the strife. Thank you for sharing.
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