Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️

B l a c k h o l e

they always say,

things aren't quite what they seem.

that even the most vibrant of beauties,

can oft be but a dream.

but if this is only a dream,

please never wake me.

let me walk among the stars,

let these galaxies be the air i breathe.

and if this life isn't true,

please just let me go back to sleep.

let me soar through the clouds,

let me explore the crystal oceans so deep.

because they always say,

that appearances can be deceiving.

and sometimes the most wonderful things

are but monsters cloaked in sheepskins.

but if this is all a deception,

please let me go back to ignorant bliss.

let me close my eyes to this pain,

and fall into the eternal abyss.

so i shall turn slowly away,

and let the dreams take my soul.

to lands beyond reality,

falling down this imagination blackhole.