sweet nothing's of death whisper in your ears.
few people have noticed
this has been going on for years.
years at a time, thoughts crept into your head.
setting nightmares on a journey
while you lay snug in your bed.
a bed full of warmth
trying to keep you safe
under piles of sheets and blankets
the reality is
you won't be able to escape.
escape the wondrous world
of your own mind.
fucked up thoughts
caught on the inside.
you get tangled in a web,
all of you fears
with no one to help you out
drenched in all of your tears.
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poetrythis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
