MyDream

25 Sep 2008

·Joker

Based on real events. Breath in. Black out. Wake up. Red out. Wake up to faces of strangers above my bed. My bed? My bed?! This is not my bed. White masks, Mothers crying. Thats my mother! Her firey tears burn the ground. Is she more mad than upset? He stands next to her, like a wax figure. Oxygen. Oxygen. Oxygen. A small vacation from my foggy dream. I am half lucid and i am surrounded by metal. Lights so bright. So bright. (dont move sir) Strapped in like an animal i panic. (dont move sir!) I cant breath let me out! (were gonna have to start this over) Black out. Wake up. Another trip. Now over the black patterned rock. To a shuttle to take me home. But home is not home anymore. All eyes on me. Sorry mom for what iv done. For what you know now. But im still your son. Forgive me.

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