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The Real Dream

Contributed by XxNights_ChildxX on Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 09:30:02 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Sleep my beautiful angel, may dreams invade your head,
A world of burning hell, of my body mangled and dead,
The nightmare you are facing, is just the beginning,
And it's now so out of conrol, that your world is spinning,
Do you see me now?, look how beautiful I am baby,
Covered in an explosion of crimson, does it make you angry?
Do you loathe yourself for doing it, for pushing me to do this?
For lying to me until I fell, into the eternal dark of this abyss,
I only wanted you to love me, like you said you would,
Although I knew it was impossible, even if you could,
I only wanted you to **** me, maybe just to feel,
To escape this hell that I reside in, to know something real,
Or maybe I just envied you, and the way you live your life so free,
Loathing you for being yourself, and dispising the life of me,
These tears I cry mean something, they don't mean I am weak,
They're words that I can't express, the words I cannot speak,
I hate you for the games you play, because you know me inside out,
You take advantage of my weaknesses, and fill me with self doubt,
Will you cry for me now my love? will you stare in horror at what I've done,
This is my little warning to you, that this battle has just begun,
Look into my dead eyes, now tell me how you ******* feel,
Cuz this dream that you are having, isn't a dream, it's REAL.

Copyright © XxNights_ChildxX ... [ 2005-02-23 21:30:02]
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