Dreams

poem by: Dakota Iris
Written on Oct 22, 2018 

Dreams, nightmares,paralysis, lucidity.
The coloration? 
Regardless of the pain and the fear, its always better than the prescience of you.
The torture of a satanic creature would be more pleasurable than the way your presence twists my soul.

 

Tags: Sad, Depressing, Scary, Pain, Dark, Fear, Weird, Deep,

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Misti D Lovelace commented on Oct 25, 2018 at 9:21pm
Short, yet so poignant and solid, I admire the work.
Ellen early commented on Nov 29, 2018 at 8:13pm
Deep. Sadly familiar, really like this👍

 

 

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