It's cold And the headaches never stop.
The tears never slow down until they fall in slow motion.
The horrible thoughts take over my conscious mind And the breaking point is when the dreams get worse and more frequent.
Crying when i wake up cause it's so unbearable to watch all this happen again but never have i seen it in real life.
These dreams haunt me more than any other And all i need is the comfort of being in your arms safe from all the creeping nightmares in my head trying to slowly pull me apart until all of it becomes reality.
Worst day of my life is when you aren't here and this same nightmare comes true.
Kill me now so i won't have to suffer through this torture.
I'm scared of this premonition.
My eyes are red from no sleep cause of these awful dreams that stir up fear inside.
Losing control over my awake mind faster making it my weakness.
Torture to have these dreams while i'm conscious and unconscious with no power over my thoughts anymore.
The evil is trying to get me through my most vulnerable moments and tear me apart like it is superior over my emotional state of being waiting for me to circum to my slow and painful death.
It's waiting and watching as i suffer the worst death imaginable...
Strange how someone so strong can be broken by something so simple...
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My Poems
PoesíaThis is a book filled with all of my poems that have been published on here. they each tell as story but all together are not connected or in any specific order. Just a book of randon poems of all different genres.
