Nightmare

Thu, 11/13/2014 - 10:19 -- archerl

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I'm sitting in this dark room

where my nightmare is coming true

 

Darkness is surrounding me

no space to breathe

take my hand 

and pull me to the surface

 

I'm drowning in nothing

but my own fears

I hear what they say

and it's never good.

 

I've always been a quiet girl

but they still say

these aweful things about me

and send me further into hell

 

My personal Hell

is such a nice place

when I close my eyes

then is becomes my nightmare

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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