Black Velvet

Poem By Satan's Sibling

I am asleep,
or so I should be,
I lay in my bed,
My eyes closed,
In a false mockery of dreams.

I silently wish,
that my dream will come to life,
and the girl i admire,
will feel the same,
and show it.

I will it to be,
And yet it never is,
A lie of truth,
An imitation of what is to be,
Might holds no key.

I am starting to grow weary,
as I begin to let my dreams,
into my mind,
a sympethetic imaginary friend,
that would never lie to me.

At least it shoudln't,
As it is me,
another side of me,
another secret,
Lost in the ink of midnight.

So i sleep,
and dream of nothing,
yet everything,
of love and hate,
and of war and peace.

And i leave with one word of my life.


Comments about Black Velvet

There is no comment submitted by members.

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of SIBLING

A Question

Why do I breathe?
When life is not in me.
Why does my heart beat,
When it was torn apart so long ago.

A Reminder

A reminder of a star,
Shoots across an ink-black sky.
I always will remember,
When you pass me by.

A Desirable Complication

I sit here in anguish,
Silently suffering.
My mind, it now wanders,
Quietly understanding.

As You Wish

Tears of blood are spilled,
As one by one, man dies.
Sails are torned to ribbons,
But one human still defies.


M ainly a lie.
E nds up dead anyway.
S eemingly too good to be true.
S lippery as an eel.

Distant Lovers

Far away,
Never knew.
How this love,
Could make me blue.