I could only wish that everything that had happened was a dream.
I wouldn't even be surprised, I'm used to dying, again and again.
Total of three dreams have been haunting me, those are the only ones I remember, and they were all, about my death.
People would shoot me, my friends would sacrifice me for themselves and I would be left to die, alone.
In the first dream I got betrayed, I could be saved, my friends could save me, but they chose not to. They just accepted the fact I would die, but they would live. They accepted, the ending.
As the tall, dressed all in black men chased me, my vision got blurry, because of all the tears. I watched every single move they did, still hoping they would come back, and save me.
But they never did. In the end, I was left alone, in a dark room, with a beautiful view, lying on a concrete floor, as the building burned.
I was trying to listen to the words the men said to me before I died, But it was too late to listen.
It all just went black...
The second dream was never better.
I would be left lying on the cold floor, with a bullet in my heart, as the world just got on, mine would stop right there.
It was a loop of me dying and getting betrayed.
Every time, I would get shot right in the heart, again and again.
And that was my fate,
But was it really what it had to be?*vote and comment! ( this is my first book so I need tips and opinions)*
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The lost art of Words.
Poesie"But none of these options were in my story, A story which dried up my heart from hope" What does it take to live with a vision full of words. what is it like to be knotted up in your own dreams? POETRY ALERT!!
