Deep inside,
It hurts,
And the pain never stops.

Deep inside,
I keep rotting in peace,
And the rotting never stops.

Letting go,
Letting you live,
Letting go,
Running away...

Deep inside,
I felt the pain,
When I had to let you go...

Deep inside,
I still long for you,
My dream!

And my crawling fantasies
Come to me at night,
Make their appearance in the twilight,

Fake hopes,
Fake people,
Fake world!

I already died inside,
Just let me be,
I already killed my dream,
Just let me live...

Fake words,
Fake poems,
But real pain!

Deep inside,
It hurts,
And the dream never stops!

Deep inside,
Those cruel dreams
Crawl like worms,

Eating every piece of me,
Consuming me
Before I am dead,

Stick your hand inside,
Kill the dream,
Then I’ll be able to breathe!

©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!
Part of 'Dark Whisperings and Invocations'

Elya Thorn

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