Dreams Unconcious
The flutters of the light bright tonight tilted intoxication inhalation pale ale stale feelings bloom dreaded crops of old emotions after the night of wonder dreams ponder lost conflicts fragile smile dial the phone to no one. so long, so gone. Die... Die...die...die die die.......die dye your head red with the blood splattered sound of your body hitting the soiled alley way pavement. The happy memories always get burnt away like parchment in a forest fire.
I want to go into a coma and wake up when everyones dead turned to ashes scattering into an oblivion of shattered souls so fragile like memories distorted contorted.
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