tessiegirl
Dream Of Death
A dream of hidden death she awakens to, to live her dreams alive
The dreams of dying stench-rich souls, a day to day of writhe
Confined, her trembling heart seeks truth, essence of these signs
Sought help to be knocked again down, her heart and head combined
A sparkling wink, her metal friend escorted the troubled mind awry
And in a smile of pain, she bled and waned her cold poignant bye
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