The Deeper Things

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Basically about my Nightmares and Worst fears.

Submitted: January 22, 2012

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Blood dripping from my hands,

Onto carpet, onto sands,

Knife fallen to the floor,

Head hanging on the door.


Stuck within a haunted thought,

Stuck alone although I faught,

Waking empty and full of fear,

Thinking yet nothings clear.


Feeling empty, yet smiling bright,

Wishing, hopeing to sleep tonight,

Prayers help but not for long,

Listening to a soothing song.


But yet it comes once more,

Blood dripping to the floor,

Although the death isnt true,

Im still worried about you.


I cant wake up from the dream,

I dont make sounds although I scream,

I dont know why they show up each time,

Or why I dont pay for my crime.


I know im not alone with my mares,

These dreams I know my friend shares,

but yet the pain still lingers there,

and I know people care.


Blood drips from my hands,

Onto carpet, onto sands,

Wish they'd leave from my mind,

Aren't dreams ment to be kind?


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