The sky is blue, empty, not a cloud in site,
Who am I to know? All I see is black and white,
I look around, ghosts, waking corpses,
Empty is their heart,
Calling me, begging me, wanting me to depart,
Depart from this life, this world.
I hear their noise, I see their mouths,
but their words seem to be slurred,
Their faces, a bit blurred.
Or is it my vision? Is that going with my mind?
I need to run, someone, I need to find,
To pull me out of this, deathly hollows, dragging me down,
I make it to my bed, finally, safe and sound.
I wake the next morning, the sky is pouring,
The corpses, back in the ground.
Only in my dreams, in my dreams I was found.
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