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A dreary little nightmare On the outside is a dream But the only time there is peace Is when I'm fast asleep. Now that piece is shattered Because this dreary little nightmare keeps waking me. My roses, my sunlight, my flowers, my trees, withered away and died with me. No mater how much they are watered with amphetamines, resurrection is not enough. My nightmare has very small daydreams that die as quickly as they come to spring. My gardens are trampled on by idiotic teens. And no matter how much I try not to feel lonely. I'm in a dead garden, and there's only just me. But the raincloud ahead could bring joy to my fettered limbs. But it's over eight seasons of dryness before. By then I may be too dried up to grow. This is my nightmare, this is my time, this is my trial, but I don't know for what crime. So maybe in the darkest dawn when I see a rose bud grow Ill pick it, but not hit its thorns Paint my spirit with the joys of a new season. But my nightmare has only just begun. I have a long way to go.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Waking sleep.
A dreary little nightmare On the outside is a dream But the only time there is peace Is when I'm fast asleep. Now that piece is shattered Because this dreary little nightmare keeps waking me. My roses, my sunlight, my flowers, my trees, withered away and died with me. No mater how much they are watered with amphetamines, resurrection is not enough. My nightmare has very small daydreams that die as quickly as they come to spring. My gardens are trampled on by idiotic teens. And no matter how much I try not to feel lonely. I'm in a dead garden, and there's only just me. But the raincloud ahead could bring joy to my fettered limbs. But it's over eight seasons of dryness before. By then I may be too dried up to grow. This is my nightmare, this is my time, this is my trial, but I don't know for what crime. So maybe in the darkest dawn when I see a rose bud grow Ill pick it, but not hit its thorns Paint my spirit with the joys of a new season. But my nightmare has only just begun. I have a long way to go.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
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