The Dreams
I'm lonely, lonely and only dreams left to hold me
the dreams I'd let hold me are few
or I'd be ass deep in zombies
and eye deep in wars and other death
all that's left to hold me are the shadows of the night
and they don't stop the pain, or the frantic heartbeat in the middle of my night
My shadow is few and far in-between
sleep is becoming a more and more unattainable thing
elusive and light
with only different forms of death haunting my dreams
it feels like the world is empty but for me
and before sleep comes the hopeless feeling with despair in close follow
and then I see no more but the dreams
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