I'm sitting in the corner of a dark room, where the only light visible is the moonlight
I'm shaking, the touch of his skin is stuck to me like a tattoo
and my bloodstained shirt from last nights war is sticking on my skin.
my breathing begins to grow more rapid, I forget how to breathe in moments like these
he. he's the one who haunts my dreams, eating my mind alive with the poisonous hopes of someday meeting
I am tired and hopeless. I am in love and hurt.
these dreams are what keep my alive, while killing a part of me each night
how long will I last like this?
the memories will always find its way into my mind, weaving it's way inside my brain and coressing it with the horrifying yet beautiful images of him.
but he only exists in my dreams, and the only sound being made in my small apartment is my heavy breathing
reality is my worst enemy
I want to escape in lucid dreams every night, because with him,
i'm no longer hopeless