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3:27am
I awoke with a scream
Tears burning my eyes
Falling freely
With visions of demons
I sob uncontrollably
The fear of what never happened
Or perhaps of what is
to be
The dreams that torment me
They are a living
Breathing entity
My heart is pounding
My mind is screaming
My soul is dying
And I know why
It's all because of a lie
So as not to hurt you
To keep your heart whole
I placed our love on a
Foundation made
of fools gold
It began looking so beautiful
But was slowly turning
Our lives into
Something not worth
Being retold
The demons I've
Created are starting to break free
With every passing.night
They get closer to the light
Pushing me down
Deeper into the pitch
Black of the night
As I lay here alone in bed
With only my demons
Prancing threw my head
I clutch my pillow
Tight trying to continue to fight
I believe that you still
Love me
Even despite
All the demons I carry
In the shape of a lie.
I awoke with a scream
Tears burning my eyes
Falling freely
With visions of demons
I sob uncontrollably
The fear of what never happened
Or perhaps of what is
to be
The dreams that torment me
They are a living
Breathing entity
My heart is pounding
My mind is screaming
My soul is dying
And I know why
It's all because of a lie
So as not to hurt you
To keep your heart whole
I placed our love on a
Foundation made
of fools gold
It began looking so beautiful
But was slowly turning
Our lives into
Something not worth
Being retold
The demons I've
Created are starting to break free
With every passing.night
They get closer to the light
Pushing me down
Deeper into the pitch
Black of the night
As I lay here alone in bed
With only my demons
Prancing threw my head
I clutch my pillow
Tight trying to continue to fight
I believe that you still
Love me
Even despite
All the demons I carry
In the shape of a lie.
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