In my dreams
I am a pretty fool
A creature of wonder
So gentle so cool
In my dreams I am hoping
That I cannot die
Then somewhere inside me
I know that's a lie
I see what I want now
What end I see near
I don't want to see how
The memories clear
I hate how I'm breathing
My throat is so sore
Lungs that are heaving
And a tongue that is torn
I see my own body
It won't move no more
It's lifeless and bloody
Placed there furthermore
In my dreams I am pretty
I'm hoping for change
But time is so precious
A precious exchange
I will give it back now
The time that I stole
My friends will not miss me
And neither my whole
My body is empty
My soul ready left
And now it's the casket
My family get
They'll bury it silent
And tomorrow it's gone
My death wasn't violent
And yet I was done
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Start to finish - A collection of poetry
PoetryThis is an ongoing collection of my poetry. These poems are from my own head and I'd like any use of them outside of my own to be properly credited. Please enjoy.
