decadent voyeur secreting yourself, in dreams
hidden between nightmares and poppies
sewing yourself into my reality
forsaken ghoul, blotting out the light
with whispers on the winds
the restless spirits watch you
then tell me your lies
indiscreet monster, with the proclivity to dine
inside you sorrow and a drive
within me a great force
surrounded by a perimeter of guardians
I've seen people drop like flies
not knowing the nature of their demise
people I like
all who enter my circle must be approved
or the spirits will act swift to remove you
sinister need, you know the truth of it
and yet you persist...why?
Rated for Mature(17+)
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Summary:
just my imagination working overtime...
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. You can feel the restlessness in your words my friend. Excellent write as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearrest Damian ❤️
Imagination, makes for good books and paper scratching. Many of the great writers used pens with teeth that bit into the soul.
hello dearerst Adagio my imagination can get me in trouble but I have to express myself the way the muse presents herself I hope no one takes it personal… thank you my friend for accepting this dark write ❤️
Imagination is what made the ships that sail and the Odyssey.
Your a talented writer Brenda! Such detail and precision. Great work here!! xoxxo
thank you graciously dearest Keith ❤️you’re so kind to me my friend…