Dreams of earthquakes.
Dreams of tidal waves.
Dreams of hurricanes.
Dreams of pouring rain.
To wash us all away.
Dreams of guns blazed.
Dreams of hallow pain.
Dreams of fire.
Dreams of darkness.
Dreams of death.
And the Heartless.
Dreams of the decease.
May you rest in peace.
Looking.. searching for my inner self.
Like a wild wolf.. No one has felt
Stuck within this dark personality.
Need to escape.
Thoughts full of insanity.
Wake me up from this nightmare called life.
And the pain that it brings as if the stabbing of a knife.
But it feels so right.
I sit in my bed.
This sensation of wanting to be dead.
Days of laughter and smiles.
All wash away.
Ill stop breathing soon.
Listen to what i say.
'just wait for a while.
I say with a fake smile.
So may i ask am i living or am i dying.
To much blood lost and pointless crying.
So ill just sit there and leave without a word.
As i do now.. with secrets untold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem for inducing, but why all the periods after each line? Makes each a fragmented phrase. Read mine - Who Am I - Adeline