Dark dreams that seem to be reflections.
Like, late night art scenes of deep secluded sections.
Ravins or infectious deaf.
So, I hide my selections of dead,
Spreading to my sorrow filled hollowed soul.
The cold of a known tommorw.
Holding on to the borrowed, the sold and woes that follow.
Crows wallow in my heart; ‘that dark bird of nigtmares’.
The fact is I scared in a trap, cursed, snatched in a tight snare.
My fears in material form,
Feel my pulse with touch like ears.
Here the heat as cares conform,
And a crutchour feats might share.
But, a slight tear, from the flear of a ghost invading rears a storm once again.
And, I know there’s a warm haven,
But the feeling to be alone so strong;
And, there’s some to gain.
so, the wrong road’s taken:
”I’m gonig home to pain”.
I think we would work good together.
Give me a shot…plz
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Dark dreams that seem to be reflections.
Like, late night art scenes of deep secluded sections.
Ravins or infectious deaf.
So, I hide my selections of dead,
Spreading to my sorrow filled hollowed soul.
The cold of a known tommorw.
Holding on to the borrowed, the sold and woes that follow.
Crows wallow in my heart; ‘that dark bird of nigtmares’.
The fact is I scared in a trap, cursed, snatched in a tight snare.
My fears in material form,
Feel my pulse with touch like ears.
Here the heat as cares conform,
And a crutchour feats might share.
But, a slight tear, from the flear of a ghost invading rears a storm once again.
And, I know there’s a warm haven,
But the feeling to be alone so strong;
And, there’s some to gain.
so, the wrong road’s taken:
”I’m gonig home to pain”.
I think we would work good together.
Give me a shot…plz