Miserable Daydreams (Version 1)

Miserable daydreams of empty abuse,

Promised threats you sent to me,

Cloud my darkened, unkept mind.

Charred demons formed like phoenixes,

From the ashes of happy memories,

Begin to scratch claws over the smooth glass of dreams,

Dreams of silver-blue-purple mists of purest happiness,

That was abrubtly stopped like prescription drugs,

Without warning, just mixtures of shock and unadulterated fear.

Please either stay with me or leave for good,

This break is splintering, bloody and painful,

Arrows and bullets tear my heart apart,

The daydreams are accidental nightmares.

Nightmares, sick and twisted fantasy.

Save me or leave me to die,

The choice is yours.

The End

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