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Angelic Illusions
Falling soundly through my sleep.
People speaking without a peep.
Softly whispering in my ears.
The thing that embodies my darkest fears.
Come to stalk my dreams, the reaper.
Speaking of nothing but me, the death bringer.
Visions of the past and the future filled my eyes.
Things that shouldn't have happened make my regrets reprise.
Take what you want from me, evil one.
My life is full of material things, none will make me come undone.
The darkness consumed me and I awoke in the rain.
There, before my eyes, stood the girl I treasured above all.
She turned, and smiled with closed eyes.
Yet, when they opened. They were not her own.
Behind her stood the shadow.
She kneeled down and drew a blade with a bow.
Mimicking the movements of the reaper.
She drove the blade through her stomach, then deeper.
The shadow dropped her lifeless form as a conclusion.
The girl dispersed into shadows. Stop this sickening illusion.
I reappeared in darkness, infinitely falling.
Then the shadow mimicked her voice, constantly calling.
Playing with my weaknesses even though I am blind.
Free me you sick fool I want to leave this dream behind.
Kill me if that's what pleases you.
If it gets me out of here then do what you do.
Caged like a bird and bound hand, and feet.
The weak smell of blood, undoubtedly sweet.
Out of the emptiness come the sickle of death.
Cursed blade shall reap, with a poisonous breath.
Chains and shackles, shackles and chains.
Transporting my soul to the land of blood rains.
A portal to hell the home of my captor.
The cloak falls off replaced with wings of raptor.
Sleek black feathers, like death threaded strings.
Full of pure evil, these beautiful wings.
Dropped into water as hot as oil.
Cast into the pot, a kettle set to broil.
Sucked above water, now icy cool.
I am met by another unfathomable ghoul.
Pure white wings, and a golden ring.
Bright blue eyes of glimmering crystal shining.
Not meant to be here, return to your sleep.
Awaken without the cursed shadows reap.
Your beautiful eyes when again to close.
Met by happy memories, brought back by angels.
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