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A Poet's Dream's
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A Poet's Dream's

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My Screams Smile In the depths of pain, darkness descendsSleep and I become the best of friends.Nightmares haunt my many moods, Giving my mind time to brood.I cannot escape I enter further into the abyss, I reach for compassion but met by insanity's kiss."Where do I go?" My screams smile. No one can hear, No sight, no sound, just my lonely journey into fear."Release me. Please release me from misery's hold, I feel a chill taking over, my heart is growing cold."Crying does little good for no one shares my pain, Ashes before my eyes, fiery embers, tears of rain.What do I know? A time lately unforeseen, A master of images sheltering in my dream.The sands drown. As ancient as the lost times flow, I sink within. Further and further down I go.I cannot breathe through the petty, salty grains, Gasping for air I scream, it is driving me insane.It is hot as an oven's radiate heat, or perhaps the first pits of hell, My screams smile, then a frosty laughter as if to say, "oh well.""Cry me a fountain, do not stop, do not quit, Upon your face. It is. See it. Just a bit. Yes. A tiny bit.Scream loudly, "Haha." Let your madness take your name, Give rise to your insanity. My, screams smile again, winning the game.
ISBN
9781798522943
Språk
Engelsk
Vekt
227 gram
Utgivelsesdato
1.3.2019
Antall sider
150