The Dream
Adrift in the coldness of a dream
A laughter echoed with shivery
Haunting every unredeemed souls
Of those who are denied and weary.
Echoing yells and constant weeps
Those cries are more excruciating
Others trapped in a slime head deep
Of treachery, lies and self-deceiving.
That laughter grow increasingly
To every dampen corner faintly lit
Eerie eyes on every candle bases
Grudgingly watches a soul to slip.
Of what could be worst of them all
A view from afar of a soul left alone
Wondering what it did long before
In its eyes, it was me all along.
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