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The day doesn't exist anymore, just dreams,
unreal fantasies, hopes, desires....
The Nite I dread each day, for I live
the fears in which I pray would never come
to be.
My mind wanders during the day.
I think of outlandish fairytales, simple dreams,
futile hopes...
I just try to imagine a better world, well at least
better than My world. I try
to picture all the pain to disappear, to vanish
from my heart.
I pray that the scars would heal, the lost loves to have
never existed, for all those I have hurt to just
to have never met me.
But in the back of my mind I know that all the
suffering, all the pain, all the loves, it all happened.
They say it doesn't hurt to dream,
but it does....
Regrettably, Day turns to Nite, the dreams
turn to Nitemares, and all that I know turbs ti
Hell itself.
As I close my eyes, I see all the pain flash
before my eyes.
I watch the tears stream from their faces,
the agony overwhelm their minds, their personalities....
And then I think, and I realize,
it was all my fault.
It was all my doing, I caused the pain,
I caused each tragedy, I've killed many
hearts, along with mine....
But as each day passes,and as each
Nite leaves me shivering, all I can
say is at least I get to imagine the pain
all gone away.....though that hurts
all by itself....
 UnLukii · Tue Jul 21, 2009 @ 12:47pm · 0 Comments |
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