[God, I hate my dreams.] ‘Blessed Nightmares’ My eyes remain silent for death, Drifting into another sea of mud, Memories of her are all I have left, A final product of my sweat and blood. She grows distance everyday, As her warm touch fades into hate, While her beautiful voice slowly decays, I long for her – But, I wonder how long I can wait. Her marble-green eyes begin to tear – Ripping at my throat until I bend and break, Forceful to forget as marijuana smoke fills my air, These dreaded, blessed nightmares allow me to wake.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 23:29:15 +0000
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