I have lucid dreams,
But when I wake up, I can't scream.
I can't move, my mind's still in a groove.
Who are you, standing there?
Why are you here?
Are you the reasons for my nightmares?
Why are you not answering me; you are being a scare.
My body feels like lumber, my mind is close to being numb-er.
I'm close to tears, they're from my never ending fears.
Would you wipe them for me; could you be a dear?
-sometimes I can't tell the difference between a human and demon. They are both alike in some ways.
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Allured | BOOK 1
PoetryA L L U R E D - to be attracted; to desire. ❝Adore my heart upon your sleeve, Love the whispers that floats upon evening breeze. Listen to my words of melody, Unlock your senses, and interpret to memory. Richly, our blood flows a colour of dye, Ent...
