Friday, March 26, 2010

Nightmare

Growth of a man
who acts like a child
You love him unafraid.

Nightmares. Are nightmares.
Beauty is only skin deep.
Abort the baby
Needle in, dive out.
Decisions.
They are created,
so they can be made.

Nightmares are born, you leave
reality unafraid.
You aren't aware it happens
just sure you where there.

Face down.
In tears.
Continuing on my eyes to open
but I have to live this out.

Face down.
In tears.
Aware that I am gone.

I was killed.
I now know I was attacked
from behind.
Often left to smile at his lie.

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