night terrors
My artificial emotions I let flow loud and proud
True ones keep inside with doubt
In my golden slumber I let my real thoughts wander
Deep into the cryptic yonder
I open the gates of my vulnerability when I close my eyes
Behind them foot prints of terror
Some would call them nightmares but I call them visions
I detest this lie in which I live in
To die is a choice im given
My heart is a flower in winter
Anticipating a spring that may never come
My thoughts flow out this morning in my lonely cell
For In these four walls I have seen heard felt things that I will never tell
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