I woke up,
Listening to very loud screams.
It took a while,
To realize that,
it was my own damn dream.
Sweats on my forehead,
Fear was extreme.
Panic build up in my system,
Though it was just a theme.
Of my demons,
To show me the stream.
They controlled my head,
And made it deem.
I hated the effect,
And the esteem.
The nightmares,
Ate me up alive.
Covered in blood,
Face blotched,
Dazed mind,
Misted Heart.
Am i even alive?
Or is it just a scheme?
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
