I can touch it, grasp it in my hand.
Feel it in my bones to the surface of my very skin.
Does it bother you that I know?
That I can recite it by heart
The pain you feel
The blood you spill
Does it bother you that I know all you are?
I can taste it still
I remember all it was
Can you feel it though?
Or have you already given up?
Your poem would make great lyrics for a metal track: nice and dark and creepy.
It also makes me think of a show I’m watching on Amazon Prime atm: Falling Water. It’s all about dreams and people invading other people’s dreams.
Thanks for visiting me at Square Pegs. Good luck with the rest of the challenge.
Lol thank you. I have been thinking about writing music but I can’t sing all that well. I will have to check it out ^-^.