Ill go to sleep, close my eyes
Dream of broken fireflies
I cant see in this field of black
Ive gone too far now, I cant go back.
Watching where I stand
I cant be still
Or I sink into the sand
My shoes they start to fill.
My feet become heavy,
Its becoming harder to walk
Id shout and scream if I could even talk.
Long grass im grasping
Lifting up my knee
if only the fireflies weren’t broken
id be able to see
without their fire theyre just flies
they are my guidance and my eyes
without my heart im as useless
as Pinocchio’s nose without his lies
I feel the wind brush again my cheek
The whisper of the banshee feels quite weak
But when she screams
I hope to wake up from this dream
as dreams are more real as they seem.
Though I only see black
I picture in my head
The banshees mouth opening wide
Off my fears she fed.
Her scream was as loud
As a close truck horn
The cry from a baby, as soon as its born
My ear drums thumping
My skin feels torn
I was faced with her violence
There I stand, in the deafening silence.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Ill go to sleep, close my eyes
Dream of broken fireflies
I cant see in this field of black
Ive gone too far now, I cant go back.
Watching where I stand
I cant be still
Or I sink into the sand
My shoes they start to fill.
My feet become heavy,
Its becoming harder to walk
Id shout and scream if I could even talk.
Long grass im grasping
Lifting up my knee
if only the fireflies weren’t broken
id be able to see
without their fire theyre just flies
they are my guidance and my eyes
without my heart im as useless
as Pinocchio’s nose without his lies
I feel the wind brush again my cheek
The whisper of the banshee feels quite weak
But when she screams
I hope to wake up from this dream
as dreams are more real as they seem.
Though I only see black
I picture in my head
The banshees mouth opening wide
Off my fears she fed.
Her scream was as loud
As a close truck horn
The cry from a baby, as soon as its born
My ear drums thumping
My skin feels torn
I was faced with her violence
There I stand, in the deafening silence.
A nightmare you can’t wake from
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