My Walking Nightmare
She...
My walking Nightmare,
The birth of my failed dreams.
Now I wished I never meet her,
For she is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
Boom!
My visions are gone,
In my bones are raging storms,
Consuming me with fire dressed in beautiful thorn.
Now I wished I was perfect,
To create and set her dreams carefully in a basket,
But I wasn't.
For She...
She was my Nightingale,
The only way to chase away my dark days, so I thought.
Now I wished there will be light at the end of the tower gates.
And there wasn't,
For darkness embraced our arms as lovers,
Now I am bonded with what I created with my mind.
So!
I need someone to wake me up,
A savior to break me up,
So that my piece can be a piece of advice to making up.
Let me sing to the birds, for as long as I want,
maybe I will finally trace the origin of the song, that gave my nightmares a form.
She...
My walking Nightmare,
The product of my failed dreams.
Now I finally cough it,
Right there in my mind, masquerading to be the same being.
Yeah!
A clean house is a holy nation,
That was how I fought the beast in my mind,
The same way I destroyed her wings,
Now she is story to be told as a walking Nightmare to the kings.
Nice poetry. But it sounds so scary, like the movie "lights out". An exact replica of the villain in the movie. Nice poetry @ungest
lol, i know right,,
she could be a villian dressed with fine and adorable flesh
"She was my Nightingale,
The only way to chase away my dark days, so I thought.
Now I wished there will be light at the end of the tower gates."
Compelling and superb
i'm glad you liked it, nothing brings more joy
Great poetry!
thanks for reading