Third Times the CharmThose dreams...
That not of nightmares.
But of Death
That plague you
Gasping for breathe
With sleep still begging for you to comfort her
And you only running blind into demons
Till you scream to let go
Yet you still hear it
That once lulling begging you
Turning into mockery
RestlessnessSo I find myself here yet again awake at night at three in the morning as I writeRestlessness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the fragments of another nightmare still creep on my mind
As I lay here in fright
Pondering over this I wonder how I came like this
Sitting here scared over another dream
Haunted by memories not of my own
My mind becomes restless at why this occurs to me now
As "He" sits, waiting for me
And I will always resist his unspoken question
So I will try yet again to sleep
Though still expecting the nightmares
My mind becomes restless at why yet again
And I know I will not sleep tonight.
We Who Are Tormented In The DarkAll of us drowning here, lost within the dark.We Who Are Tormented In The Dark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No escape in sight, our arms left reaching.
Looking for the hand,
That will show us light.
We cannot get out, at least not by ourselves.
Not now, maybe not ever.
Like children we reach our arms to you.
Only to be pushed away.
Some of us have spite.
Some of us have anger,
But I can sure say this.
All of us are hurting,
And all of us have sadness.
Everyone's story is different.
None of us handle pain the same.
Some inflict it to get rid of it.
We cut, we break things, we let ourselves die.
Though within due cause we are only made fun of,
Insulted, willed to truly perish.
Many people, have their appearance is ridiculed.
Fat, ugly, twig, fag, loser, weak, freak, worthless, useless.
Just a small portion of what we get called.
How does this affect you people though? It's only words.
Little did you know, that words can cut deeper then any razor.
We starve, we don't sleep, we take harmful pills.
All just so we can feel better, about the selves we