Werewolf avoidance
In
a dream, there was a werewolf.
Vivid
beast corrupt my sweet dream,
I
can no longer look back,
I’m
running, I’m being chased,
They’re
trying to get me.
I
scream, but no one is here with me,
I’m
lost and alone,
I’m
hanging from the edge of heaven.
The
sins from my youth surround me,
The
troubles I faced, the pain, the despair.
The
cruel voice in my head telling me to let go,
But
my heart telling me to stay strong
The hurt that the head forgets,
The heart will always remember,
The hold that the hand regrets
(Carina round-do you, last four lines. no copyright intended.)
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