I can't wake up
this is not a dream
it's a bleak reality
and he is not asleep
this is death
sweet oblivion
the flame has been blown out
the fire in his heart
has turned to ice
this is not a dream
and he's not asleep
such a bleak reality
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.