Embrace

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This ones a poem, not a song

I wake to a knock on my bedroom door,
I pray that they are here to release me,
From this globe of pain and poor,
I pray to be free.

But the darkness holds me tighter,
I try to loosen it's grip,
Its nails burn my skin like a lighter,
And then i'm hoping for a trip.

A short vacation,
Even just a day would be enough,
A day to find the causation,
Of everything being so tough.

I go and open the door,
On the other side is the light,
And I think I won't feel pain anymore,
I step forward, into the bright.

I see paradise,
I see friends,
This is nice,
I hope this never ends.

She is there, dancing over the river,
The woman of my dreams,
And in her eyes I see a sliver,
A sliver of love for me, as if her heart is bursting at the seams.

Like the seams in the sky,
Showing a rainbow overhead,
I try not cry,
I try not to wonder if this is what its like to be dead.

Is this heaven?
Is she waiting there for me?
The girl i've known since eleven?
Is she here to show me how to be free?

I approach her softly,
A large smile upon my face,
She looks at me so lovingly,
And I pull her in for an embrace.

Her hold is warm and gentle,
So unlike the arms of the dark,
The rate her grasp tightens is incremental,
Gone is that loving spark.

Replaced by despair,
The feeling of loneliness washes over me,
Even as i'm part of a pair,
And I wonder why I can't just be happy.

The sky once oh so blue,
Turns to black,
A devestating hue,
And I think of the love that I lack.

I think of closed doors,
I think of running away,
Suddenly the heavy rain pours,
I watch My Love decay.

She melts into a puddle,
A puddle of inky liquid,
And suddenly the cuddle,
It feels wicked.

From the puddle comes someone familiar,
Their embrace is an unwanted welcome,
The shadowy figure,
Dark and seldom.

The nails feel like a lighter,
The nails are burning me,
The darkness holds me tighter,
And I know I can never be free.

Kinda inspired by The Raven and maybe Anabel-Lee by Edgar Allan Poe? Ive been reading his entire collection and had this need to write a poem so uh... Yeah (:

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