A Bad Dream

Woke up on a cold, cold night
Bled my eyes in horror
In someone else’s ruins
Now lay;
My fortunes of tomorrow.

A song of tears, my stake to death
The wicked circle seeks arrest
By paths carved in wafted fire.
No time to rue, no time to seize
What fails to rise will cease to be.

Crush this force. Ram its pull
Resist the darkness, reclaim thou will.
A war of fear and grit thus comes to end,
Weary, I fall in a grave of unfinished pride.
Nimble flashes then stroke my eyes
Knock the door, you’re home at last.

Current Music: Force of nature-Pearl Jam
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