The night is dark
Yet my thoughts are darker
Stained and scribbled
Like a permanent marker
The things I saw
So vivid, so real
Cannot be erased
From my memory reel
I'm haunted all day long
By the horrid picture
Because dreams fade
But nightmares linger
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The Mixed Bag
PoetryMixed Bag - Something that has both good and bad parts. This is my mixed bag of poetry from the mixed bag that is my mind. Highest Ranking: #415 in Poetry [May contain dark content. Read at own risk.]
