Golden eyes
Peaking at me
Whilst I'm asleep
In a dream
I'm not afraid
I keep repeating
Please - stay away!
I'm pleading
Cold sight
In the corner
The room is blind
Gold eyes peaking
A whisper or two
Escapes your dead mouth
I'm not afraid of you
'Leave me alone' I shout
Golden eyes
Still peaking
I'll turn the lights
But I can't reach it
My body's stuck
To a metal frame
It's only my luck
When it's your game
Gold sight
Room's too blind
To see your disguise -
I'd rather die
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
