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You’re dreaming
I’m wandering
Chained to the floor
Under the scathing Moon
Counting the crimson beads
Trickling down my palm
Whispering to an old face
How far I would go
While holding onto my pillow
Sprinting like a maniac;
Searching for a reason
To stay and wait
While you lie asleep
In your quiet world
Of rainbows and curses;
hatred and warmth.
Your dreams have meaning;
Unlike my being.
You battle with sanity;
Your treacherous mind
Steers your thoughts into a hollow depression
And laughs at you in that
Hushed voice inside your head
Where your thoughts resonate for ages
Resembling a death wish
To flee from the reality
and then; when you’re finally liberated,
You yearn to see the pit for
One last time,
for one last taste of regret
Longing for the little voice
Ringing inside your head.
Pining for the unending despair;
Hiding behind a dream
Enclosed by the slimy walls of freedom.
AHighPoet 