As above, so below,
So I ask which way does the Acheron flow?
I am jealous of your dreams,
Even ones will hollow screams.
While you close your eyes at night,
Pulling the covers up so tight,
The vivid images in your mind,
I lay in bed; dreams in a bind.
Must I only dream while awake?
It's a nightmare; I'm about to break.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
As above, so below,
So I ask which way does the Acheron flow?
I am jealous of your dreams,
Even ones will hollow screams.
While you close your eyes at night,
Pulling the covers up so tight,
The vivid images in your mind,
I lay in bed; dreams in a bind.
Must I only dream while awake?
It's a nightmare; I'm about to break.
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