my imagination occurred during the night
I tend to see things
I shouldn't see
I tend to pull the sheets over the head
When I pull sheets I no longer see it
I want it gone
I hate this feeling
I don't want to see it either
It makes my heart race
it pounds in heart beat when I get this fear
My heart is always scared when I see these
deadly souls
souls should be left to rest
it maybe gifted but I don't want it either
I want the souls to leave me alone
I could have a normal life
I tend to tell it to go away but it still
comes and follows every where I go
I want it to stop
it tends to haunt me through these years
It tends to track me down until it appears
- Author: MThackerson ( Offline)
- Published: November 14th, 2016 21:32
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 123
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