ALL IN DREAMS

Dark, darker, darkest And then the break of dawn. These visions that come to me at night, Come morning all are gone. Plunged into the masses, A churning sea of souls, Where the rolling tide will take me I'm sure nobody knows. But a life of empty hope Is all that lies ahead Even the tiniest hint of magic In this world remains dead. The only comfort that I find, And the only peace I keep Lies in black oblivion And the solace of my sleep. Ever changing, never stopping, Nothing as it seems. All my life, my mind and heart Dwelling in my dreams.

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