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I keep having this nightmare; spider arms crawl out of the dark to wrap themselves around me, and I'm screaming (top of my lungs) but I can't hear myself my thoughts drown me out, sickly sweet a smell gags me memories break chains (the prisoner's escaped) then I see big brown eyes my body goes numb I wake up, poundinginmychest heartbeatsinmyhead inmypantsinmyfists, And     just     why Can't     I     hold     myself The     way     that     you     did?

i'm thinking i'm not thinking i'm staring up at the ceiling it's scary what i'm now seeing the sinking is eating up all the feeling tragically it happens to smash all the magic cuz that is what happens to what you want when you can't have it it takes something real and makes it fake like plastic it loses it's appeal and makes it completely lack passion...

The pages scream, as they burn, As every page begins to curve. the words bubble, the bindings break, the hardwork is lost without a trace. the flames spit color, spit evil, spit hate, as thoughts and dreams, the flames painfully rake. The fire burns and crckles deep, As the pages become merely ash piles, slowly blowing, and flying away. forever gone, never returning. merely just embers burning.

~a dedication to my dreams all the pretty corpses it's time to raise from your graves oh pretty corpses it's time to raise get your revenge on the ones who killed you and buried oh pretty corpses it's time to raise it's time to be able to walk and go ahead all the pretty corpses i'm gonna raise from the graveyard in my head oh pretty corpses it's time to raise