Hallucinations

by Anne Moore   May 8, 2019


Why do my eyes
See my worst fears?
Do they want me to go mad?
Do they want me to fear the entire world?
Everywhere I look I see

Green and gold eyed
Snakes slithering
Upon my bed sheets

Blood covering every
Bit of a white walled room
And bodies all around the floor

A girl who looks just the same as me
Doing unspeakable things
To the people i love

Why do my eyes torture me?

(I'd be happy to take any suggestions to help finish it)
~Blessed Be~
-Anne Beth Moore-

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