Apr 2021
This was a lucid dream I had.
Part three of my lucid dream series.
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The sun devours me,
like a dragon its blaze
burns me.
Blood is life but a
curse, my soul is lost
to its flood.
Ashes are my fate the
end is hot and sweat.
Death forgot about me
long ago, left me drowning
in darkness.
Such things exist in nightmares,
our worst ideas come from the
depths of darkness creating
monster’s from fanged teeth.
We bite and drink from the fable’s
we’ve shared, like vampires lurking
in the shadows of our minds.
To be a monster is to be alive
but dead at the same time.
The grave was dug centuries
before our time.
The shadows have a heartbeat,
anxiety shines, tells you to
run, tells you to hide.
But nothing can stop death,
she’s a beautiful theft with
beautiful eyes. She sees you
in your sleep, she knows when
you are scared, she knows when
it is your time. Her kiss is the
last you will crave, desire wins
everytime.
The Vampires curse is a fabled
truth, its a monster living behind
your own eyes.
A story, a myth passed on
through the years.
©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Part three of my lucid dream series.
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The sun devours me,
like a dragon its blaze
burns me.
Blood is life but a
curse, my soul is lost
to its flood.
Ashes are my fate the
end is hot and sweat.
Death forgot about me
long ago, left me drowning
in darkness.
Such things exist in nightmares,
our worst ideas come from the
depths of darkness creating
monster’s from fanged teeth.
We bite and drink from the fable’s
we’ve shared, like vampires lurking
in the shadows of our minds.
To be a monster is to be alive
but dead at the same time.
The grave was dug centuries
before our time.
The shadows have a heartbeat,
anxiety shines, tells you to
run, tells you to hide.
But nothing can stop death,
she’s a beautiful theft with
beautiful eyes. She sees you
in your sleep, she knows when
you are scared, she knows when
it is your time. Her kiss is the
last you will crave, desire wins
everytime.
The Vampires curse is a fabled
truth, its a monster living behind
your own eyes.
A story, a myth passed on
through the years.
©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
This is the third vampire poem part of my lucid dream series. I had a lucid dream where I was forced to follow a vampire. I sleep walked. I tried waking myself up by touching a wall but it failed. I knew I was dreaming and sleep walking. I was forced to endure the dream until I heard a scream and a loud boom. I do suffer from a rare condition called exploding head syndrome. Stress causes it. It causes me to hear a loud boom or bang, sometimes screaming or yelling. It ****'s me awake every time it happens. I had the dream the day after Christmas. I was very sick and went to the hospital on Christmas morning. It stressed me out.
