POEM Looking for salvation beneath the sand

[MedicationHelps87]

My dreams are my shadows
Always following me, always wanting my attention
An attention to detail
trying to derail the train of man made butchery
As I breathe in and out
I feel a stalker about
Although in my head
I still feel fresh blood on my hands
siren's whisper false hymns
wanting me to destroy
a beast that was whole once
Now deeply departed
into my slumber and mood changes
Bring it out in full wrath and a hunger to feed
of what's left of my humanity
Shackles bound me
bound my dreams and hopes
A soap opera of horror
Need I forget my place in the timeline
Need I remember the urge to kill and create rot

@kimsguardian
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[kimsguardian]

seeing your set while reading this poem gave me some historical thriller vibes

 

[MedicationHelps87]

seeing your set while reading this poem gave me some historical thriller vibes

Indeed. Part of my family heritage leads to royal waters.
by marriage of my grandfather's sister. Nea Yvonne Hutchings