I woke up feeling cold
My skin was almost grey
I couldn't feel my legs
Is this just a nightmare?
No idea where I was
My lips were fairly cracked
I wanted to wake up
My memory was not so bold
To the heavens I should pray
My clothes were just rags
Is this just a nightmare?
Everything was just a buzz
Strength was something I had lacked
I wanted to wake up
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Sick and twisted poems
PoetryMy Poem book. I created EVERY POEM IN HERE so do not steal them. Copywright is not allowed, if you take them without permission I will charge you. My poems mean things to me please do not be an ass. I repeat again Copywright is not allowed and I wil...
