The Nightmare

January 31, 2011
My dream awakens Me from the horror of the night,
The only comfort I had was a picture of You,
I see you, I breathe you, I crave you,
You are the sun that warms Me
The stars and moon that brighten the night,
You help me believe there's a heaven,
and that I'm wanted in every-way,
Your the person I hate, yet the person I love,
Your nothing more than a demon with a disguising smile,
Oh how I wish you were here, then my sorrow would end;
and My pain, would gradually subside in to nothing.

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