And I come back from the dream inside death’s door.
I contemplate:
Where will my life lead?
Where am I going?
I cry myself to sleep as
I close the book on my fantasy.
I tentatively come into reality for a moment.
“What the Hell am I doing?” I chuckle as I
Live in my silly fantasy:
I’m a writer.
A creature of the night.
I pretend to be a vampiress poet.
wtf am i doing?
I pretend to be a vampiress poet as
I ask death for another dream
To escape this miserable world.