The Lost Bell
The lost bell
That never would make a sound
Hopes fade,
With the
Tick, tick, tick, tick sound of the time
The temperature of the blood rises
I’m in my bed again
No wonder
About the nightmares
A dark kingdom,
Not of reality in life
But,
It’s real in my dream
It posses no king
But a beautiful queen
She praises me
A lot and I mean a lot
Again
Like in every story
There’s but in mine as well
But,
But I left it behind
Never to fill the gapped “But” in my life
Still,
She haunts me
She not dead in my dream
Neither she’s alive in my dream
She loves me in the dream
And haunts me when I’m awake
A dual nature,
Not exactly what I care of
But exactly as I dream of
And exactly as I live of
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