demons and dreams

December 13, 2012
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when i dream, its a violent thing.
i smash and crash.
there's no way i can explain.
i throw the glass
and watch it hit the street
shattering beneath my feet.
its not brilliant colors
and new ideas.
its horror and hurtful fights
i keep myself awake
for fear of what i might see
the terror i cant shake
that this is me.
its beautiful, and alluring
but sinful and hurting.
i cut my hands
and i don't understand
the blood runs black
and i turn my back
on all the shatter glass
my heart lies broken
and i wish i had woken.
this is the constant fight
i go through every night

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