5 - 04 - 2016 — 09:48
withering hearts and ghastly souls cry , wane , but heed to the soft voice of those who control them.
that voice–voices– control everything.
emotions , what you do , they don't stop.
everything is poisoned.
everything is wrong and bad.
nothing good.
scratching , biting and not withstanding.
their words pierce like daggers withdrawing to and fro.
nothing is real.
"behind you" they say "someone is going to kill you, you can't be here."
their voice resonates and proceeds to my brain.
I can't help but listen to the soft , tinder voice.
nothing can stop them.
my body is in the present but mind in the past.
they are a daily reminder that I have no place in this world.
I dreamt my death over and over and over.
the same dream haunting me.
nothing can stop me.
YOU ARE READING
writing dreams
Poetry*trigger warning* just a book of my bipolar thoughts and feelings {lower case is intentional through out the book} ~ Gabi xx
