When seduction turns into brutal crime,
Love becomes a nightmare, time stands still.
Passion consumed by rage,
A fatal attraction, a killer’s thrill.
The object of desire, now turned to prey,
Their innocence lost, their life on display.
The hunter’s gaze, cold and unyielding,
A darkness within, forever concealing.
The fatal attraction, a twisted bond,
A love that knows no bounds, beyond.
The victim’s plea, unanswered and unheard,
Their fate sealed, their final word.
In this twisted tale of love and hate,
Passion consumes, leaving nothing but waste.
A fatal attraction, a love so deep,
It drives one mad, asleep or awake.
Beware the one whose love burns bright,
For in their eyes, there may lurk a night.
A fatal attraction, a love so blind,
It leaves a trail of sorrow and pain behind.
If you find yourself caught in this snare,
Flee before it’s too late, take care.
For the fatal attraction, once it takes hold,
Will consume your soul, leaving you cold.
Tag: awake
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Fatal Attraction
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Dreaming of Death
Death’s door, dark and daunting
Dreadful dreams, daunting desires
Dancing demons, daunting dangers
Drowning deep, dreadful darkness
Eerie echoes, endless emptiness
Endless expanse, eerie emptiness
Eternal end, endless emptiness
Enveloping emptiness, eternal end
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I Lie Awake at Midnight
I Lie Awake at Midnight
I lie awake at midnight, oh how peaceful,
Insomniac and irritated, like a burden so stressful.
Incessantly tossing and turning, with no end in sight,
Inevitably exhausted, with each passing night.Intrusive thoughts and ideas, they won’t let go,
Incapacitating and insidious, like a never-ending flow.
Internalizing and isolating, I’m lost in my mind,
Intensely overwhelmed, like a never-ending bind.Insecure and indecisive, I question my fate,
Intrinsically flawed, like a broken crate.
Inept and insincere, I lie to myself,
Incessantly struggling, like a book on a shelf.anxiety, awake, humor, insecurity, insomnia, introspection, irony, mental health, midnight, poem, poems, Poetry, sarcasm, stress, struggle
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My Spirits Are Inspired #Poetry
My Spirits Are Inspired
My spirits are inspired, I feel alive and awake,
The beauty of the world around me, I can no longer take.
The colors of the sky, the majesty of the trees,
The laughter of the birds, the buzz of the bees.The power of the ocean, the roar of the sea,
The warmth of the sun, the cool of the breeze.
The stars that shine in the night sky so bright,
The moon that guides me through the night.My spirits are inspired, my heart is so full,
I can feel the magic that surrounds me and pulls.
The beauty of the world, the wonders that I see,
My spirits are inspired, I’m alive and I’m free.© VishalDutia
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Say
I see the lights through the window
Forming shapes in your ceiling
We lie in bed and you look at me
You don’t say what you are thinking
But you smile and get closer.I hear the traffic through my window
Keeping me awake till late at night
Too late to say what I was thinking
That time I wanted to stay
But left anyway.
©VishalDutia
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Still awake
I lay awake at night
thinking
reading
writing
still awakeMy mind moves fast
never stopping or slowing down
keeping me awake
until the sun peaks out.Now I lay awake at dawn
thinking
reading
writing
still awakeSomeone please come and make me sleep.😖
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