It's just in your head.


From reality

To your dreams

Something dark and unwanted

Tears at the seams

Unthreading your life

striking fear in your heart

You scream and howl

as it rips you apart

You feel it run down

it's warm and wet

It’s coming from you

it’s your blood I bet

Your heart starts to race

as it growls above you

showing rows of sharp teeth

the fear so brand new

Your life is going to end

Blown away in the air

Then you wake up

It's just a nightmare

surreal poetry
How does it work?
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Bruce Arnold

I write. It's unclear to me if I am any good so I could use feed back. Let me know if I could improve on anything. My number is 412 530 5925

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