Dreams
I lay awake thinking of dreams
But all I get is haunted screams of a past that isn't easily forgotten unlike my heart cold and rotten, but none of this is what it seems.
For I am not real
And I can't feel
The past is gone away
I live for another day
I wish my past I could kill
For in the dream
And in the scream
Lies the secrets that no one knows
But thats always how it goes
Because I'm not what I seem
I am hate
I am fate
I am trust
I am lust
But in the endI am hollow
I never wanted them to follow
I am not a leader
I am not a cheater
But this bullshit I must swallow
I can't get free of this
All because of a kiss
I'm ready to be nice
Like a razor blades slice
When I'm gone I wont be one to miss.
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