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Sep 2015
Dreams: a succession of images, sensations and feelings;
what you see while you're sleeping at times concealing a deeper meaning.
Intervening our evenings leaving us thinking;
clinging to a believing that they're healing or deceiving.
Lickety split I try to fit it to a reason why I had it
but I couldn't grasp it in time cuz it faded like the latest fad and
I don't know whether to be mad, sad or glad.
But it ain't so bad because I remember just a tad of it.
In my surrealistic world, you felt so real;
feeling you on my skin is an appealing ordeal.
Though it might sound insane, I'm not gonna complain
because I only feel the pain when I'm finally awake.
When you spoke, it opened my broken soul and
stole a major component from the mind of this poet.
My heart and soul know it; your love's just so potent.
Focused on what you spoke telling me, "I love you." Whoa..
Chills down my spine, now I'm on cloud nine;
wish I was confined to this divine design.
Wouldn't hesitate or decline cuz I know you would be all mine;
I'll no longer need this red, red wine. Let's fly
high in the sky, just you and I.
Baby, don't cry; let me dry your eyes.
Where you going? Don't say bye.. Where you going? Thought we were fine..
Now darkened are the skies...
Nightmares: a version of a dream designed to scare
or create feelings of sadness, anxiety and despair
from scenarios containing psychological or physical terror
impairing our state of mind as we lay unaware of it.
A deer in the headlights; I'm frozen in fear
unclear of what happened here and why you disappeared.
We finally came together, my dear,
now my tears are searing my face; please reappear.
Maybe I've gone completely crazy
but I miss you, baby; I need your kiss, my lady.
It feels like Hades turned the heat up to eighty
thousand degrees and now my visions getting hazy.
Morality's getting feeble in this inferno cathedral;
surrounded by this deceitful evil, it's lethal
injections from these needles filled with diesel and beetles.
How did I get this far away from our peaceful sequel?
But this synergy from my memories helped me fight off all these enemies
and believe me when I say that the reality from this jeopardy
had generally ******* me mentally because it felt like it took a century
for these entities to expertly **** with my nocturnal slumber sensories.
And I feel so alone
in this combat zone but when I looked down below,
to me, it's still unknown the emotion I had shown
when I saw the word "love" engraved on a broken tombstone...
Fallen Angel
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Fallen Angel
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   Cecil Miller
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