Burning Nightmares


I wake up to dreams becoming Nightmares,
Someone has snuffed out the light,
But my eyes got used to the snares,
And just as much to the fight.

A fire burns like shackles and chain,
And in rage turns to hurricane,
And I’m just used to the shame,
Or you can say death by restraint.

The eyes are the windows to the soul,
But I will not let you into that entrance.
Now I must withhold,
Because of my misshaped vengeance.

Now I Burn as a different man,
Because you cannot control who I am.

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Key Words : Vengeance

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