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contorted visions mark my curse
kinetic reveries and cold sweat
dreams always ending the same
I feel as if I am faerie-led
by the situation, no-one to blame

and this time, the dream
had more bites brimming from the seams
my reality now is a passing wish
as nightmares fill me with bliss

voices from my yesterdays
taunted me, relentlessly
you were there, my queen
the only rose in my misery

as voices screamed for me
you grasped my hand
you were cold to the touch
but warm to the heart
and the voices went away

will I see you tonight
when my demons fall again on me
will you calm the storm in me
are you, my destiny?

(c) 2016 allen simpson
Inspired by Espermachine and my dear dark sister Lize

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