Ode to QelqothA Poem by Ghiasquared
Dripping blood of past victims
Steaming in the dew of this new day Nightmares fading for now As light brings back reality The night is where I dwell Torture of my own design Images of my past Seared into my eyes Fear is my blood Pain is my food I am the nightmare That so many know Nightmares are what I create reflections of my fears For fear is my power Without it I am no more © 2010 Ghiasquared |
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Added on April 1, 2010 Last Updated on April 1, 2010 Author
GhiasquaredOcala, FLAboutI'm forty something and have always been a dreamer. Recently I decided to write again and share some of my dreams, realities and nightmares... more..Writing
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