Dreams of the Last Days
Whenever I have a dream,
I arise and start to scream.
Everything I see is about death,
I fear being the only person left.
My loved ones are all decease,
A big piece of my life will never rest in peace.
Slowly fading away from me,
Emptiness I feel in my heart and there you will see.
What is left of my soul died when I was born?
The spiritual part is now forever gone.
Floating away in the open wind,
Father, please forgive me I have commit a sin.
The mayhem and the buried I cast upon myself will never be removed,
The directions I am in will never be smooth.
The scar I have engrave inside of me,
Will forever show a unique side that is never free.
Runs throughout my body deep with in my skin,
Where it will not be able to mend.
Like one to three degree burns,
When giving life you must accept when it is your turn.
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