Sweet dreams, is a candy house.
Filled with mysteries that satisfy curiosity
Both dark and light can be found...
But lurking inside can be a nightmare dressed like a daydream.
So sweet, so addicting,
Till you come closer to it and it engulfs you.
You woun't know it till you're inside...
Screaming till you go hoarse.
No one hears you as they see sweet dreams,
while you are in a beautiful nightmare
YOU ARE READING
Subconscious
PoetrySubconscious: of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions and feelings.(from google) It's there but you're not aware... It's inside you, part of you... It's what you're made of...
