Poem : A Hectic Dream


There’s noone round here
Who can save you from yourself
When the darkness comes.

Wrap yourself up tight
Close your eyes and breathe deeper
We will survive this.

Throwing our fists out
At anyone who stands out
Or doubts our feelings.

Tap yourself once more
See if you are still alive
Or thinking of death.

Masks fall into white
Faces that have no description
But absolute end.

Seek the final ride
Begin at the end and stop
As soon we will die.

Ropes set up swinging
Bodies upon them now
None of them my friends.

Scream for the morning
It was all a hectic dream
We are all alive.

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