Aren't dreams so wonderful?
They say its what you see when you are asleep
and things you want to achieve.
Full of fairies and Wonderland.
Nobles, Kings and Warriors-
with a helping hand.
But all I see, when I sleep
is a woman stabbing her kids.
Poison on the streets
Rotten trees and a man puking.
Devil smirking
and the sun never rising.
Voldemort and Harry's parents
and Avada Kedavra.
Things that haunt you
and you never wanna see them again.
Hell, haunted mansions and creepy valleys
Blood, gore, sins and things just scary.
Aren't they so dreary?
Maybe rotting corpses rising from the dead
Smiling people running to you with no heads.
Maybe Sisyphus or Prometheus serving-
in Hell.
Theres no wind,but the door's creaking
and ringing bells.
In the back of my mind they dwell
They are stuck in my thoughts
flashing in front of my eyes.
Why aren't they merry?
Why are they sick and eerie?
If these are what I see,
then I don't wanna sleep
and I don't wanna achieve.
Are these really dreams?
(NO, these are Nightmares)
A/N: FOR A BETTER EXPERIENCE I ADVICE YOU TO IMAGINE THESE THINGS , READ THIS AT NIGHT, TELL ME SOMETHING,ANYTHING IN THE COMMENTS. ANND THANKS FOR READING..
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Nightmares
Poetry"Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell no more lies of who we are" Just a collection of dark thoughts I have, all my regret, guilt and hatred in words. A sequel to 'Unsaid words'. A dive into the back of my mind at midnight.
