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Nightmare On My Street
When I close my eyes
When I finally fall
Down deep I go
Another world arises
A world of nightmares
Have free regin to take flight
This world that rapes and pillages
My senses have taken flight
I feel the pain
That ravages my being
The cat that rips the skin
From my bones does not purr
It screams and whistles
Its anger has no bounds
The agony and the exctasy
It creates is all it craves
My nightmare ends when the clock rings
I wake in my bed covered in cum
When I finally fall
Down deep I go
Another world arises
A world of nightmares
Have free regin to take flight
This world that rapes and pillages
My senses have taken flight
I feel the pain
That ravages my being
The cat that rips the skin
From my bones does not purr
It screams and whistles
Its anger has no bounds
The agony and the exctasy
It creates is all it craves
My nightmare ends when the clock rings
I wake in my bed covered in cum
Published 4th Dec 2021
Author's Note
My mind creates these dark and wonderful places. I've no idea where they come from.
There are times when I want to lose my soul in my darkest recess.
My soul is old now
Too old to fly any more
Too old to covet
What I found when I was too old anyway
Now, it's my dreams
Real or imaginary that binds me
To my droll and lifeless existance
This soul, my soul
Has abandoned me for fresher paztures
I am left standing in a quagmire
Of unrequited fulfilment
There are times when I want to lose my soul in my darkest recess.
My soul is old now
Too old to fly any more
Too old to covet
What I found when I was too old anyway
Now, it's my dreams
Real or imaginary that binds me
To my droll and lifeless existance
This soul, my soul
Has abandoned me for fresher paztures
I am left standing in a quagmire
Of unrequited fulfilment
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Hey there :)
Heady darkness that entwines a bit of mystery with the unexpected. Like the nature of dreams and nightmares— how they often do twist and turn, morphing into strange and unusual, person, places or things. Being lost within them is palpable and sometimes scary to examine; writing makes that process a bit easier 'to swallow'... especially with residual residue that inevitably remains...
Another interesting and fine job!
Thank you for sharing
🌹 - 💙
B
Heady darkness that entwines a bit of mystery with the unexpected. Like the nature of dreams and nightmares— how they often do twist and turn, morphing into strange and unusual, person, places or things. Being lost within them is palpable and sometimes scary to examine; writing makes that process a bit easier 'to swallow'... especially with residual residue that inevitably remains...
Another interesting and fine job!
Thank you for sharing
🌹 - 💙
B
4th Dec 2021 3:04pm
Sometimes, rarely though do I have nightmares,,
I usually either wake myself up or my better half, screaming, not in fright r fear but outrageous laughter. This is typical of me. I've no idea why I'm "cursed" with this hilarious affliction, but I own it, it's mine, no one is getting ortaking from me.
This poem and all the others are home grown, fertile seeds in a rampaging mind, there are more like this, some more, some less.
It's why I made that introduction, I think I may upset some people.
Thank you so much for all your kind words
Liam💜
I usually either wake myself up or my better half, screaming, not in fright r fear but outrageous laughter. This is typical of me. I've no idea why I'm "cursed" with this hilarious affliction, but I own it, it's mine, no one is getting ortaking from me.
This poem and all the others are home grown, fertile seeds in a rampaging mind, there are more like this, some more, some less.
It's why I made that introduction, I think I may upset some people.
Thank you so much for all your kind words
Liam💜
