I stood there dreaming,
The stars yet so gleaming,
A look into the midnight black,
Will lead the visions back.
A night of quiescence,
A night of balance.
A night of tranquility,
A night of ability.
On that last night,
Oh, that last night of might.
The day I left,
I was burdened by sudden theft.
The days of woe,
The days that might never make do.
Years have passed,
They felt like a real blast.
A look into the past,
Will have wonderful visions cast,
I can’t go back,
I have to face the dread attack,
I still stand dreaming,
It is all seeming,
To make sense,
I don’t have the proper defense,
Nor do I have any reason for my absence.
Can I go back and face it?
Or is it just too angelic to exist?
Is it heaven?
No, I’ve passed eleven.
A stitch in time saves nine,
To me it’s a crime,
Yes I’ve had days of affliction,
But it is the most addiction.
The place is angelic,
But had its satanic,
Kill me and drag me back there,
Because I live between nowhere,
There I can feel the air,
A night death glare.
Though, I can protect myself with necessary shields,
But I can’t seem to forget my time at Imaginary Fields.
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