In these dreams of mine, thy enimys are the worst kind, The ones that fight and scream, who are selfish and mean, but I refuse to be like them, cause I don't want to end up cold like all of them I see. Left alone as they are condemned. Old and weak,I won't loose my self control but this nightmare gets too real, as one of them grabs ahold of me. Wounded from the battle my hidden heart wants to help, Diception is among them,but this one seems so pure, Trying to get away I have to find a cure, before I am lost and hurt again, before the others fake a friend. I can't help but falling, and now this feeling crawls like the worst kind of disease, slowly killing and infecting me, but it feels so wonderful something unseemingly beautiful. I can't hang onto my anger I can't hide the love I want to show, I hate how he defys all that I stand for, This impecable danger This love I don't want to know, leaving an open door, That always leads to a nasty fatal conclusion Please don't let this be some beautiful illusion Cause I don't think I could stand to loose him.
XxLatent_NightmarexX · Wed Sep 30, 2009 @ 01:49am · 0 Comments |