A Dream I Have From Time To Time
Sometimes at night I sit alone.Visions I see as real as home.With suited beads upon my chest.The blood soaked stains flow from my veins.The wind blows hard as the sky turns black.Men in uniforms beating my back.I can't hear anything for my head bleeds red my hearing now is silent screams as I fade off in a deep deep dream.
Copyright © Richard Jones | Year Posted 2014
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