My own dream.

In a shadow of Hell
Rustling of the trees
Feels like another side of home
When my thoughts are at my best
Wrestling with ideas
They are all formed in my head
Of scathing fingernails screeching at my window
Hot breath on me
And the feeling of earthiness surrounds me
In an awake somba
Feeling my wits drawn
In the corner of my eye webs a shadow
It’s larger than my mind can form
But with a flicker slowly of the light
It all hides away
No monsters under my bed, no shadows lurking around, nobody is outside my window
This figure of my imagination
It has reached peak
Inside my own dream

My own dream.

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Joined May 2012

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