The Dream Engulfed By Darkness

Just a short poem on what I feel is happening in me.

Once in a dream I had, I was split into two.

One of me was a dark caricature, with a cold demeanor,

while the other was completely white, a soul with good intentions.

If an argument was made, the dark one would yell at the white 

one with unheard of rage, while White tried to initiate peace and control.

The dark one would always reach his limit, cutting White with all of his might.

With White's final breath, I would always wake up.

But after pulling the knife out of my throat, the dream would begin again.

Author's Note

Lots of symbolism here.

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[lessa (kenzie)]

I have had dreams inside of a dream, those always freak me out.