Oh, what a dream it is to escape this monster.
Oh, what a dream to escape your true daunter.
I step in your shoes and see through your eyes.
I dress in your clothes and read your mind.
We are the same, we have these scars. I live your pain stuck in a cell with bars.
Oh, what a dream to be released from this nightmare.
Oh, what a dream to be free from another world.
Free from all the monsters who burrow. These creatures they make holes in you from the inside out. They take your life like liquid from a spout.
I have cried your tears like a song in the blues.
I have watched the memories in your mind like a conversation holding cues.
Oh, what dream to dance on a rainbow, no person an imposter.
Oh, what a dream it is to be riddance of this soul-craving monster.
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Pitiful
شِعر"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
