Nightmare
But all dreams end
The fear came to life
I don't think in the way I thought it would
I was scared the beauty would fade
I was scared the strength would die
This is a different kind of dream
The gasoline caught aflame
Fleeing further away to something stronger
I now lie among the dead in the battle
The black jeans again my mind and plague my wake
I tear the magazine, letting the paper cut my hands
I cry all night and hold back tears that were once saved
You're no longer here and neither is my smile
I complied but you disagreed
I once asked how I did I find you
You replied you were always here
Now you're gone
The darkness is back, greeting me with poison and venom
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