A little haunted dream
I dreamt of a haunted mansion...
I saw...
Raging winds; killer instincts.
Howling and warning.
Smirking stars; betrayer instincts.
Gazing and leaving.
Splotches of blood,
dripping down my arms.
Tiny flecks of love unloved,
on those broken charms.
Dark night; blurry instincts.
Lying and mistaking.
Broken clouds; death instincts.
Mystifying and hypnotizing.
Raging thoughts,
consuming me.
Broken mind distraught,
captivating me.
But then...
I never woke up...
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[CLOSED] - The Haunted Mansion - Poets Pub October 2021 Contest
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