The Nightmare

by ahmad fezan   Aug 20, 2008


Its all over
I'm lying in my bed
breathing into living dead
Like the light of the wicked
cold morning
was whispering to my eyes,
that demonic dead shadow
followed me into endless skies

not the moon or even the stars
it was like they were all scared
just like me...
its all over
me and that thing
despaired, betrayed , terrified
till I found my guide
your whispers became my moon
your eyes became the stars
I loved you more than ever
felt like the new born reaching for light
only I was reaching for you, ending the night

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