Sick of how it always is.
Rather live in dream land.
Taking control.
Never letting myself wither away.
But, by the dawn of day, they come to play.
The dead will rise. And haunt the night away.
Coming to tear me away.
I just can't seem to take it anymore.
Sick of being insecure.
Wondering if I'm gonna live to the next day.
Or will my live be taken away.
Sometimes I can't tell.
Sometimes I see I can live.
Heart pounding everyday.
Feeling paranoid. Every hour.
Is there someone watching?
I never know. I hide.
What will happen?
When the days grow short.
Will I even have time,
to do all I've dreamed.
Will it come true?
Or will I be hurt?
In the long run.
I've outrun my time.
Seeking what can't come true.
Sinking to deep in the memory
of you.
To deep to swim.
To shallow to sink.
Honestly, don't know what to think.
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My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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