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Decayed Dreams

Poetry By: Natsfreewill

Tags: Decayed, Dreams

(Copyright © 2012 Natsfreewill)
Why is there A time when There emptiness in my soul?, will someone come and rescue me?

Submitted:Jun 13, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 9    Likes: 1   

This is not what I feel what I'm on,
this something else, so reek and lost, so out of joy,
there's something wrong with me, so deep inside,
my heart goes torn,
all this way of live,
it doesn't feel so good to know,
all the threatening all the hatred that I feel in all my veins (will this go far),
there's something wrong with me I can't identify,
I'm going out of my lead I just can't control it now.
The words, the ongoing nights that catch holly crying scenes they can't wash away,
the only thing I want to do is disappear from here,
from this world of decay dreams, t
here something wrong with my heart,
I can feel it well, there's something being torn apart, what shall I give?,
there's something that I care, what is it that I can't understand,
(there a mission I have to make in this strange world), that nothing seems to change,
And here I am asking, myself what I did wrong,
what got true my mind, what the hell is going on,
this live cant be that cruel, there something really out place,
there's nothing left to make myself, my heart is going to brake down, oh,
I can't just understand if so good out there, there's something wrong with me,
this isn't what I've dream!, all the going people are really out sight,
there something I can do like being ,just to bright! just smiling to someone that doesn't feel the same as me, what the hell is going on, there's really is a problem with me,
I should go, faking on them, using the words that hurt me the most and this can't be helped,
I need someone so kindly hearted for me and it doesn't exist.
This is not what I wanted like I'm not from this century like
I belong somewhere else that no pain exist, what am I doing here,
my souls is aching to go but my heart want to belong to this world of decayed dreams,
this meaningless place were even love can't just resist (is this the end.),
will I ever be happy in this world of mischievous fools,
only living here and killing themselves just for the ach of blood,
my heart is going, going so far, decayed dreams, I see only decayed dreams,
they don't come true their just down there on a pit ,
remaining meaningless and in a corner of memories that erase with time,
now this is just some crazy thinking oh no I'm going crazy, my dream is disappearing,
My Horrid Decayed Dreams….


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