Ahhh the witching Hour The time when things Are possible But know in a good way As you can see Or be possessed By demons I wake up at this very Hour Every night From nightmares Of the PTSD variety Nothing more
In a broken doll After my friend Called me a racist slur I see the hole In the dolls chest And see The void Pure blackness Like that of a black hole Full of nothing but hate That void haunts Me to this day
As i write In my room In the dark I hear an beautiful Sad And haunting Song I try to figure Out where its coming From by my iPad and phones Are charging This is the work Of a ghostly Siren
The eye is The window to the soul The eyes Determine Who you are And where you go In the here after Looking the forest Your see an eye pop Out And depending On what you saw And did Its they gateway to Hell Ot heaven
The realm exists different For people One man's insanity Is another's reality Another man's hell Is anothers paradise One mana imagination Is anothers illness This is what the realm Is like to two different people
Dear Islamah Who was to be My daughter But will be a figment Of my mind I will always love you Your father would have loved you But your in the same realm As him I will never hold you in my arms But only in my dreams
I'd wish that Faisal would wake up From his deep Slumber And come back To me But he only visits Me in the dreams Will he come back From the land of the dead
I hear his Loving accented Voice say Elena Mustafa Please come back to Me Forget that I did anything immoral Its says Come back to me Then I recognize The disembodied voice As my beloved faisal Who is pleading From beyond the grave My heart aches For him
