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Oct 2015
Whenever I have a dream,
I just cannot seem
To wake up to reality
The weight of this pain pressing me
Like gravity

But all of a sudden I see,
With crystal-clear clarity
These dreams are a sadistic charity

Donated to someone who needs them,
But why must they condemn me
To see,
My friends cut into ****** pieces
And eventually,
I cry
As they die
Rather quite brutally?

And I cannot move,
There's nothing I can do,
For you...

Why must I be haunted
By what I dread,
Something I cannot change
For good?
As I lay, restrained by these thoughts,
Shivering in my bed?

I'm haunted,
And there's nothing I can do,
To help you

Every night,
I wanna cry
Because there's so many torturous ways
For you to die,
And I try,
To leap out of these restraints,
Lower my head and fly,
But the harder I try,
The more my weakness multiplies
As I lay haunted by the night

And I cannot move,
There's nothing I can do,
For you...

But when I wake,
I realise my mistake
I let these dreams take
The very best parts of me
Bet you can tell
By looking into my eyes
Where these dreams lie
As they disguise
Themselves as meaningless
As they hope to defy
The law that dreams
Do not come true
It's alright if you pry
I let you in
Didn't I?

I cannot move,
There's nothing more I can do,
For you
'Coz I'm haunted,
And there's nothing more
I can do

My mistake
Was letting my dreams take
My integrity
And ability
To hold myself together. Even now,
I feel myself slide away
As the light slowly fades
And I lay here in bed,
Shivering with fright,
Scared of the night
As I turn out the light
And all hope slips out of sight

I cannot move,
There's nothing more I can do
"Coz I'm haunted,
And there's no-one left to come...
To your rescue...

Yeah my dreams are pretty bad
Not only do they make me sad
But realise
I win first prize
For being unable to steer you clear
Of stormy skies
After all, I suppose,
We were all born to die
But no matter how hard I try...

I do not want this evil fate
To befall you,
But....
There's nothing more I can do, for you.....
This was intended as a song, but then I realised that both  songs and poetry have rhythm, so I decided its just a poem :)
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
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