The nightmare

26 Aug 2008

·Fezan

lying in bed Breathing living dead before the light of the cold wicked morning whispered to my eyes, dead shadows followed me into endless skies not the moon or even the stars .. me and that thing despaired, betrayed , terrified till I found my guide your whispers became my moon your eyes became the stars Felt like the new born Reaching for light Only I was reaching for you, ending the night

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