My Dreams
My Dreams
My dreams are of the most wildest things
Fish with faces, a dozen cucumbers with wings
I cannot interpret my dreams
Cannot put them in words, don’t know what they mean
Every night I awaken every hour
Sweaty and terrified, I have no power
I dream of death, rape and hate
Falling into oblivion, right to hells gate
My dreams are of the most goofiest things
Sleeping with beauties, only as flings
With the craziest creatures I fight
Or I’m high in the sky stuck to a kite
My dreams make me laugh and cry
Into a light I drift when I die
My dreams only sometimes ruin or make my day
I deal with it day by day, I’ll be okay
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