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Sep 2010
The movement is so swift and natural, a drop of blood
A dark crimson splatter, the feelings subside.

I must move quickly
I must ebb the flow
it's gushing and flowing with such speed
such ferocity
I feel slowed.

But then I awaken
a horrid dream
it seems my sleep
is ruined again

No amount of pills will seem
to send me into graceful dreams
I hallucinate, while my living nightmares
glide about my room

Back to sleep I want to go!
I need to dream again!
I don't need someone to understand
I don't need someone to hold my hand
I don't have space for another in my heart
I don't need that pain again!
I don't need love again
copyright JWG 2011

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Written by
John Wayne Gacy
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