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Dark, Dark World
I lie awake, at the darkest of hours
Staring at the moonlight streaming through my window.
I try ro close my eyes
And I feel like I am sinking; way down I go.
Eyelashes flutter, those two dark tunnels
The shutter opens.
I can hear whispers.
My inner demons,
They circle around me
Hand in hand,
Dancing joyously, celebrating.
All day long,
Trying to break their chains,
To break out an lash.
But the Lier always wins.
He puts on a smile,
A brave face.
Smells of cologne, talks a lot.
Goes with the flow.
Isn't that what you need to survive, anyways?
I lie here in darkness, on my back
My thoughts wandering.
Wheels are turning,
The horses running wild.
Finally, Me time!
I imagine fantasies,
Sometimes dark.
Or should i say all the time.
There ain't no fairies in the real world.
I lie awake.
Battling with sleep
Until it overpowers me.
Drags me from the feet
And i plunge into darkness.
No hard feelings.
No conscience.
Not conscious!

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I wrote this piece one day, late at night when i was feeling very distressed. i was simply staring out my window and since it was a full moon that night, my room was illuminated with pale silvery light streaming in throught the window. i was talking to myself, quietly inside my mind, when i decided to pour my feelings into a poem rather than to give it a shape of a journal entry. sometimes we, as teenagers, feel very upset about trivial things, the raging hormones are obviously at work, however, most of us pretend like we are happy even though a storm is brewing under the glowing skin of ours. i think this is enough. i will leave the rest to your imagination. :)