In My Dreams
in my dreams, she was brought back from the sleep
while i laid myself to rest in her place
i was granted one last wish
before i could descent to the deepest parts of hell
in my dreams, she keeps on living
and apocalyptic november never arrived
where i can recall she is gone but she has no memory of it
i just watch her do the silly dance while i cry and thank my god
in my dreams, i was allowed to see her face
and fate didn't betrayed me
i was never present with her in the darkest moment
but locked far away to a hospital bed
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