I have this reoccurring nightmare
it begins with me being strapped to a chair
I try to escape but I'm fastened tight
Fear grows, something's not right
A laugh and my chest caves
I realize that I'm just a slave
A masked figure comes into view
And then I'm killed without further ado
I wake up in the morning as if it were a bad dream
but then a blood curdling thought makes me scream
I knew the masked figure, a familiar stranger
I bolt upright just to come face to face with her
With an emotionless grin
she lifts her chin
her face lifts, I shudder to ask
but it's me underneath that mask
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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...
