You've invaded my dreams.
You've built a home in my subconscious.
How I wish this were a romantic gesture,
As if to say
"I cannot even dream a world without you"
On the contrary, these are no visions of lust or adoration
but of spite
and dismay.
You've become my nightmare.
The mental image of you strikes fear into my bones,
wakes me up from my sleep
in a puddle of sweat
and because it is a dream
no matter how fast I run,
how hard I hit,
how loud I yell,
you're inescapable.
So I beg of you
Please, please
Leave the haunting to the ghosts.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
You've invaded my dreams.
You've built a home in my subconscious.
How I wish this were a romantic gesture,
As if to say
"I cannot even dream a world without you"
On the contrary, these are no visions of lust or adoration
but of spite
and dismay.
You've become my nightmare.
The mental image of you strikes fear into my bones,
wakes me up from my sleep
in a puddle of sweat
and because it is a dream
no matter how fast I run,
how hard I hit,
how loud I yell,
you're inescapable.
So I beg of you
Please, please
Leave the haunting to the ghosts.
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