My issue with humanity is nobody cares enough to see, that when death is said enough it means nothing to me. There's more behind our fears, there's more then falling tears, The monsters grow bigger throughout the many years. And the more we think the more we want to believe, is it really that easy to just forget what we dream, I don't underestimate what it may seem to be, so I fall asleep and let it take over me. They feel so real but they are just in our heads, dreams corrupted by our minds and what they've said, and make us want to take a short cut to the dead, but the monsters are just fantasies without a happy end. Fantasize a nightmare for me, make it seem to real to be, something that can kill and burn through the sea, and boil the water inside and cause disease. Ruin my dreams and cure my insanity, drown my world in pain, are you proud of me? Drink my thoughts and burn me I'm loveless, fantasize a nightmare made out of pure madness.
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Words We Can't Say
PoetryA collection of poems for the voices that go unheard. -WARNING- Some of these poems may touch on subjects involving depression, anxiety and other things you may not be comfortable with.
