the blackest shadow, across a moonlit sky, this is how i feel, when i want to die, roses burgandy accents, float across my eyes, the sweet smell of your perfume, now fills the skies, the soft fuzz of a peach, felt when i touch you arm, sometimes its if, you can...do no harm, can you save me from this, demons dance across my grave, can you show me why this, isnt the way to behave, my closets halfopend, skeletons look out through the shadows, escaping the darkness, leaving me more hollow, bluer than the skies, when i look in your eyes, you make me feel free, like this the way, that loves supposed to be, the hazy recolection, the very next morning, that this wasnt a dream, it was a warning......
Reason for writing:
dreams r some crazy shit....i couldnt even imagine some of the things that other people dream about when you think about its fucking nuts.....this my version of a dream does anyone ever think about there dreams a lot?!?!!?cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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