A Beautiful Nightmare

a dark dream

So dark I can hardly see, but being use rather it was good or bad eventually became a friend to me.
I would see a door that closes to the left would be roses.
While on the right would be a bunch of people that fake and front.
Putting on poses...
Made me think to myself and ask...
Do I want out?
Should I stay because the things in here know and define what I am all about.
Light would give me a glare in my eyes.
Breath taking events would leave me where I cannot even breathe.
Yet part of me enjoys it..
Why conceded?
This is way different from a dream nice was mean.
Images of bad were not really what they seem.
Normally this would be a scare.
As the alarm clock went off and woke me up I realize.
This was My Beautiful Nightmare.

Author's Note

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