it's easy to feel despair
when living inside a daydream of a nightmare
each breath leads you down a road
where no one's been, and no one goes
look behind the stained glass, find
a world unsafe inside your mind
feast upon the dead of night
and rock the world with no one's might
feed your eyes and your brain fair
and walk alone the path of Nightmare
for inside it, you will find
a blooming vessel, treat it kind.
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
