Dred is what i have before bed.
I used to have a plan written out.
Yet im stuck,
Clustered thoughts in my head.
I dream alot but what about?
Dredful dreams of ducks and leaves.
All i want is to sleep.
I watch you for a moment breif.
I look away without a peep.
Dred is what i have before bed.
I used to have it written out.
Yet i'm stuck,
Clustered thoughts in my head.
I hate how fast,
life has sped.
I wish i could leave it,
In the past.
The awful dred before bed.
How i wish to sleep so tight.
Its uncomfotably numb.
It was scaring at a sight .
I had became a bum.
This light is so bright.
I was nothing but a scum.
Only if i were dead.
Dred is what i have before bed.
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PoésiePoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
