bridgitte kwaak

Sedistic Nightmares

The sleepless night wears me thin,
When the shadows come on in.
I gasp as I wake from this nightmare,
Such slaughter to the couscious self.
All I know is the terror of a lose,
Is the lonely dark cold atmosphere that sourronds me.
Where are you my love?
I'm so scard of these black doves.
Why won't you appear?

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