Jan 2011
Don't breathe
If you breathe
He will hear you
He will find you
And you will die.
You see him
Through the slits in your door
And he sees you
But still you hold your breath.
He calls out your name
His voice soft
Inticing
He says that he gives up
Like this is some sort of cruel game of hide and seek.
Your lungs burn from lack of air
Your body aches
Tears fall silently from your eyes
Don't make a sound.
Without warning the door slams open
You see his dark eyes filled with
Anger
Hate
Love
His mouth curles up into a smile
"Hello Sunshine."
If you breathe
He will hear you
He will find you
And you will die.
You see him
Through the slits in your door
And he sees you
But still you hold your breath.
He calls out your name
His voice soft
Inticing
He says that he gives up
Like this is some sort of cruel game of hide and seek.
Your lungs burn from lack of air
Your body aches
Tears fall silently from your eyes
Don't make a sound.
Without warning the door slams open
You see his dark eyes filled with
Anger
Hate
Love
His mouth curles up into a smile
"Hello Sunshine."
This poem was something I wrote when I thought about my dream I had the previous night, my dreams have become very dark and vivid. And, yet, I still call them dreams for reasons unknown to me...I would like to say that I want no one to use this for anything except with my permission but I doubt anyone would want to-so do whatever you want twist my words until I get pulled and pushed away from what any of these words were supposed to mean.....just talk to me first.
