I awake from my dream
to a knock on my bedroom door.
I get up out of bed.
My feet touch the cold floor.
I travel across my bedroom.
And reach for the door handle.
And I open the door,
Then my thoughts are all scrambled.
There is nothing there.
Only darkness within.
A world of emptiness.
Surely full of sin.
Something compels me
To take a step inside.
I give into the feeling
Giving up hope and pride.
As I walk further in darkness
I see a mirror up ahead.
I walk up to the crystal slate
And what I see strikes me dead.
It's something that I've known of
But always tried to hide.
Something I've tried hard
To bury deep inside.
Lying to myself
I said "This is not real".
A Voice from the darkness laughed
And my bones turned to steel.
I ran back to the door
And reached for the knob.
It wouldn't budge.
The Evil's done his job.
I suddenly started to fall.
The air rushed at my face.
My world started to reappear.
My bed, blankets, and pillow case.
It was all a dream.
But was it really?
I can still hear the laugh.
It was so bone chilling!
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SS2-Sith Lord's Poetry, short stories, Art and whaterver else i feel like putting in here!
This journal was originally intended for poetry but due to my growing fascination with art and other mini shop goodies I have added other stuff as well!
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