It ends in the dark…(poetic)

As I live each day I cry in the night for my love of my heart to return.
But since you died I improvise and forever in hell you’ll burn.
On nights like this I wonder earth from land across the sea. But on nights the last upon the past make me feel like a hallow tree.

As I live each day I cry in the night for my love of my heart to return.
But since you died I improvise and forever in hell you’ll burn.
On nights like this I wonder earth from land across the sea. But on nights the last upon the past make me feel like a hallow tree.
And now as I give my very own life, I call up the dead to rise.
And I used to know what life looked like inside of my dead human eyes.
I cry out for death as I fade to the color black.
I feel all the blood that’s comming out of my back.
I fall down to the ground and lay there dead.
With my remaining strength I stab my head.
I die there and the dead lives once more.
I fade into the earth’s core.
The scars I left on my skin don’t make a mark.
Because it ends here in the dark…

By Psychic Realm

Every once and a while when I go to sleep, I can feel that someone is there, waiting for me to go to sleep so they can kill me. My dreams always feel real, and sometimes, sometimes, I know what's comming next.......