It was planned, but executed all wrong

by Byron   Oct 12, 2007


Keep your ear to the door
Make sure the screaming stays silent
I can't bear the voices anymore
Maybe it's a dream and when I wake it will end
But it feels so real
I thought he was dead, I know I killed him
But the mirror is proving me wrong
If this is a story I forgot to read it
And this rehearsal is falling apart
We never lived right and the stars state our fears
They fade into the night till eventually they die
I was wishing for their death but I didn't think it would come true
I feel like a murder and it's starting to feel good
I'll be itching to kill again but I'll panic and disappear into the night
Where it feels like I don't exist
And I start to think again
Maybe I never did
And it was all just a dream
I'll never shut my eyes again
If they were even closed at all

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  • 11 years ago

    by Silent Girl

    Sad poem 5/5