She likes to visit me at night.
Lately every night now, she is excepted but unwelcome.
Yet she still finds a way to charm me.
She'll appear as a loved one and everything would be pleasant, until she has injected my brain with her disease.
I'll become reckless in my sleep, til she has woken me up.
What a nasty being she is.
But when the sun defends and my eyelids start to close.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready to greet her.
" Hello old friend"
YOU ARE READING
Self Destroyed
Poetry" This is for you, yes you reading this. If you feel like you are alone, trust me you are not."
