Midnight summer dreaming, lonesome nightmares, softly weeping.
In my dreams I hold you dear in my days I wish you were near, yet I am alone, and you are so far away.
I wish for this night time to last for a lifetime. I wish for the sorrow to bury me into a grave where I am no longer void, where I am now safe.
For a thousand nights I ached for you. Ten thousand memories I spared for you, fifty thousand tears I shed for you. And I am still alone…without you here with me.
How I wish this night would never leave how I long for it to stay near, for it may be the anguish I feel…but sometimes I need something to hold dear.
All the days spent dwelling over you while I pretend to be all right. I’ll never be all right again. Who the fuck am I kidding?
If I were to live millennia, if I were to share the wisdom of a million men I’d still never feel whole again.
Shattered, destroyed and bruised, life came violated me and left me longing for her abuse. Now I lay shackled upon your nightmarish bed; I am not alive I have always been dead.
Now I lay dreaming nightmares which I dare not share. You are my Heaven you are my Hell.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
