Wished I could stay dreaming,
From
a world I don't belong,
I got send into here,
A world of love
and conception,
There is joy in the air,
Something I never
expected to be,
Came true,
For
the first time in my live,
I looked passed that dirty window,
I
was alive,
As I opened my eye's for the first time,
I
wasn't on a endless dark road anymore,
I was free and could look
be one the endless sky,
The thinks I have done,
Don't matter
anymore,
It's all forgiven,
Even the deaths I have caused,
I
wished I could be here forever,
Not to care,
Not to cry,
Not
to scream,
Anymore,
I
preyed they could leave me here forever,
So I didn't have to
think of what I have done,
So I can be a good person,
So I
could live again,
And be real,
Then
the sky broke open,
Darkness invaded my new found world,
The
beauty disappeared,
The sky turned into ashes,
And my world
became darkness again,
Reality
hit me,
I was back,
In the dark.
Why can't I never make a poem about cute lill' bunnies or anything happy? Guess it's because there isn't any fun about that kind of poems. It needs to be dark, angst and deep. It doesn't need a rezone, it just haze to fit.
Info: Sands in the Centre finally having a nice dream, until he wakes up again.
Anyway, thanks for spending you're time on my stuff,
Luvzzzzz sue-AnneSparrow.