White. Its all white.
Have I lost my sight?
But I haven't.
Black. Nothing but black.
'Future', need I look back?
But I needn't.
Red. Everything is red.
Is that me I see, on a hospital bed?
But I wasn't.
I saw the fire and horns on a man,
In Hell i was, and I ran.
But i didn't.
It is not as it seems,
Those were the dreams.
But they weren't.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
White. Its all white.
Have I lost my sight?
But I haven't.
Black. Nothing but black.
'Future', need I look back?
But I needn't.
Red. Everything is red.
Is that me I see, on a hospital bed?
But I wasn't.
I saw the fire and horns on a man,
In Hell i was, and I ran.
But i didn't.
It is not as it seems,
Those were the dreams.
But they weren't.
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