deepundergroundpoetry.com
Waking the Dead
What is this that I look at? Can I say I live in a dream I fight for the actions that I don't die I am a Dream that explodes my exotic mind. I can one day find my actions burning into flames they , disintegrate.
Falling into a trap I am not sure where am I?
Can this be it My corpse is decaying.
I Can feel my cold and light skinned hands rub across my face but, when I wake up I am feeling the red drops I call blood fall down my eyes they replace my tears, and forever now I am suddenly gone from this so called drea
Falling into a trap I am not sure where am I?
Can this be it My corpse is decaying.
I Can feel my cold and light skinned hands rub across my face but, when I wake up I am feeling the red drops I call blood fall down my eyes they replace my tears, and forever now I am suddenly gone from this so called drea
Published 8th Jul 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 667
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
