Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Sightings





I feel sick and excited
Another glimpse just passed my nightmare
Pieces by pieces they revolt
A horror that tortures my nights

She appears again this time
Won’t let me have my peace
With her torn bleeding soul
With the death necklace rounds her gullet

Another pill is lost in a bubble
I try to kill the pain within my head
I wait a while
And kill my ghosts for a start...

And then I see her, one last time
Hair soft like silk beside the coral sea
That’s when I close my eyes
And free my nights.

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