Everybody don't die in their nightmares, they think they did because they used to be killed every night. They drown in nothing.
Once I had a dream, no a nightmare..
The dark-bright cemetery
cloudy blue sky, beautiful black birds and a friend beside
We walked to it, though we used to be always afraid of what's inside
Dreams, they left and left me crying inside my stupid cage
Nightmares, they knew I was alone so they walked through my silly cage
We quit to that cursed land with no fear to then disappear
Evil doors opened, villians welcomed us and took our names, still no fear
We penetrated, we looked and we parted by mistake
Villians knew we parted because they planned for that, they knew we loved that beautiful mistake
Smelling urine, watching walls painted with dung and there lied dead bodies
Graves were near each other and never named, I bet curse was made by those dead bodies
Getting out, seeking a friend, finding a fountain thinking I'm out but I wasn't
I looked to the right I found a beach and some people alive, thought I was out but I wasn't
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and then, I woke up with a heart ache smelling dirt,
I was never out of that cemetery
then what's next?
YOU ARE READING
The Full Moon
Poetry"Her dreams, her ambitions, the love of her life and her trusting Her faith, her trust, her desire are disappearing She is aching, dying, fainting and weakening.." I wrote this book for someone that gave me the inspiration and encouraged me to. Tha...
