I wonder why it took me so long to remember the false fate I've cast upon myself.
Where it led me.
Where it continues to lead me.
Do I really have a choice?
Not really.
It's like I stole this fate from another and have to deal with the consequences.
Of course.
I did steal a fate.
Though not on purpose.
And thus a satanic force that paranoids my mind has become part of me.
Keeps me awake through the witching hour.
Keeps me awake only to sleep through the day and repeat the monstrous cycle.
However, I do not care anymore.
Nor shall I ever feel like these ill gotten nightmares should scare me.
Because I am what they should fear.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
