You don't want to be me.
There is the luxury in the wakefulness,
But when my eyes are shut and my
Consciousness wanders, I am not the same.
I am what you call a vivid dreamer,
Though most dreams are far from good.
Blood is shed, mouths are agape,
Hell comes in all forms to destroy this world.
I am the destroyer always, a God in a
Plane, so vicious as it fights back.
But it can't.
I am the dreamer that keeps it silent.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
