Twisted Dreams

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    Twisted Dreams

     Twisted dreams,
    A fading memory.
    Darkness breaks,
    and my mind insinuates.
    Murders of crows,
    Glide through my mind.
    Feathers glistening,
    with scarlet drops.
    Rotting corpses,
    Litter the ground.
    Broken dreams,
    fill the air with a putrid stench.
    This is a twisted dream,
    A fading memory    .

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    Zairith’s Poems (11)

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    Dark Thoughts 1 07/14/2009
    This New Darkness 0 07/14/2009
    Twisted Dreams 0 07/14/2009
    Misanthrope 0 07/14/2009
    My Prayer 0 07/14/2009
    Prince of Death 0 06/27/2009
    Abuse 1 06/27/2009
    End 0 06/27/2009
    Bitch 2 06/27/2009
    Fading 0 02/13/2009
    Slipping Away From 1 07/15/2009
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