***ous Dreams
This is how I feel,
When the world pushes their faces.
Pushes their hatred.
I die by their laughter.
It will never stop ringing,
This is how i feel
When we've Cursed ourselves till death.
These thought I've dreampt about
Everyday since i was a child
Fantasies that seem so very real
They bleed on me,
Their ashes vanish
They bleed on me,
our hatred kills us.
Stop me.
Stop me.
Kill me.
When the world pushes their faces.
Pushes their hatred.
I die by their laughter.
It will never stop ringing,
This is how i feel
When we've Cursed ourselves till death.
These thought I've dreampt about
Everyday since i was a child
Fantasies that seem so very real
They bleed on me,
Their ashes vanish
They bleed on me,
our hatred kills us.
Stop me.
Stop me.
Kill me.
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This was, originally, from my collections of Lyrics for a band I used to belong to when i was in my late teens. I've always kept my notebook with me becasue i've always like them. I know they're not the best material, but it's a reminder of the past I don't ever want to return to. Not that I hated that time but it wasn't exactly the best time for me.This Poem/Lyric was more of a concept theme, centered around serial Killers. It's my perspective on the inner battle that must be fighting to surface or restrain. I beleive we all have a dark and light beast within us, waring on and this same goes for Murderers. Murderers dreaming of the day they'll get caught.