I wake up to a beautiful day,
After a night of being afraid.
I’m grateful to be awake,
Because I’m afraid of the pillow where my head lays.
Each night is a different stroy,
with a similar ending,
Often gorey,
I’m so tired of pretending.
Dream demons constantly messing with me,
Slipping in as I sleep.
I wish someone could see
The twisted scenes within my dreams.
It makes me fear when my eyes close,
Afraid to turn off my mind.
What am I going to lose
When I close my eyes this time?
Memories of you
And dying on repeat,
None of it is true,
But it knocks me off my feet.
Tearing my brain to pieces,
Ravaging my inner thoughts,
I just want peace
Instead all I hear is gunshots.
There is no magic,
Only black and gray
That wreaks havoc.
I fall to my knees to pray.
Release me from this spell,
Shadows swallow me now,
They pull me into their hell.
I want out, but I don’t know how.
Wake up!
This isn’t real!
Shut up,
I don’t want to feel.
Wake up!
It isn’t what it seems,
It’s just disrupted dreams,
repeating with new endings.
I can’t keep pretending,
I’m praying for a new beginning,
Until then, please,
No more dreaming.
Categories:
stroy, abuse, dream, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
its hard to tell
who is in that sell
the way the world goes
and the stroy told
relation now is mix
so the race is fixs
mabe theyer light
no white
or just a let crack
and stack
with this corlor or rights
WHO IS BLACK OR WHITE
Categories:
stroy, adventure, depression,
Form: Light Verse
Each country has a god,
and a story of him to go by,
some countries have many of both,
most in the world,
do read these stories,
and call them very pure and true,
containing miracles and odd,
Books containing these stories,
become too pure to carry,
and are kept on a high pedestal,
and recognized alongside lord,
wait a second and think it hard,
you go by the story and lord,
they are symbols pure,
and you give them a little time and no more,
the real purpose is lost,
god story was handed down to this year,
so that one could understand its real meaning,
and implement it now,
nobody meant them to be equipment,
of acquittal on each crime,
you read the book and pray to lord,
and your crime is gone,
and you go about doing next,
lord and his stroy,
had the message,
that the crimes need not be done.
that
Categories:
stroy, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse