This nightmare I'm having is tearing me apart.
It's piercing me with cold arrows, straight into my heart.
The ice that frosts every window pane.
The fire that burns without any flame.
Kill me now while I won't be able to feel it.
Frozen to the ground with nothing to admit.
My nerves are numb.
My mouth is dumb.
Just get it over with while I have still my mind.
Or else that, too, I'll have to find.
This nightmare of falling and of shadows.
Of broken dreams and of barren meadows.
Forced to look for something that doesn't exist.
Forced into temptation that I can't resist.
I want to wake up but my eyes won't open.
Because it's hard to wake up if you have long since woken.
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Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind
PoetryThe title might seem a bit morbid but the poetry here is simply made. These are in the form of SPOKEN WORD (and some other things) and might have many different meanings for many different people. In this book, there are both light and dark verses...
