MY fears of the waking world bleed through my dreams.
The breath that flows through me falters now.
The heart that dropped so easily into soft promises beats against of cushion of grief and dismay
What do I grieve?
That the moon would hit her new.
When the sun refused to shine
I saw my love take another.
I watched through fields of blood.
It's crimson waves washing over the pit that was my heart like some cursed sea.
Sadely it sought to heal but there was nothing left to save...
The anger I felt to this product of imagination paled to my realization of a dream.
My pillow now bares a demons scars
My heart shakes with silent screams.
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