Off the wall
the silence of the night wakes me from the pain of the dream, the life or death,blood filled nightmare, that haunts me when I'm sleeping, and i hate this dream,the strong enchanted feeling I revive, that leaves me guessing as i muse long after the lace of dreams has dissolved.Off the wall
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