Scratching at my intuitions,
I slip right into the after life.
No reason to live out my inhibitions,
I lay my head down for the last time.
Feeling like a looking glass without sand.
All this time I realize and nothing's left.
No reason to look forward to tomorrow,
So I'll lay my head done one last time.
Sweet dreams to the rest of life,
Who cares if I live my life out or let it die?
Sweet dreams to everyone who loved me,
I'll see you on the other side.
Goodnight.
Feel the wind crash against you in the morning,
Check your phone to see if I'm alive or if I'm dead.
No point in guessing in what happened,
Let the tears fall from your eyes.
Sweet dreams to the rest of life,
Who cares if I live my life out or let it die?
Sweet dreams to you who'd want to follow me,
I'll be here waiting on the other side.
Tonight.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
