I'll leave you on hold, just a second, don't call back
Do wait for my word, more than seconds, please don't die
Gray clouds and moonlight paint a landscape on my wall
The brightest, blinding screen light couldn't be more dark
Made up a ball in the ground
In this room that I've seen but I can't recognize
Consider my chances of finding you back
Recalling the pictures I took in real life
For none of my options, none of my plans
Can rip out the torch from my thin bleeding heart
May God pray for you, we never go to mass
But the church and its eyes were enough for my pride
Almost like that, your arm next to mine
Almost like that, I sense them untie
Awfully odd how the dream would cry
Seems like it can't tell itself apart
The weight and despair on its heart, it was mine
The weeping and grieving, the thoughts on it's head,
suicide intentions, back up plans just in case
In case that death makes us apart
Unlike the dream one from afar
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Author:
M. Candelaria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 2nd, 2025 01:25
- Comment from author about the poem: A fragment from a piece I wrote after a nightmare
- Category: Sad
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