Sleepless Dreams, by HangmanTheory Subscribe to rss feed for HangmanTheory

Traces of things that have long ago died,
The broken words we spoke.
My sleep is restless,
And my visions dark.
Now alone I dance in the falling leaves,
Hoping past times would pay,
Even the slightest of visits.
Alone I’ll dance in my own morbid dreams,
The only place in which I am safe.
Each time I wake to a nightmare,
My soul closed and sunken in darkness.
Posted: 2006-01-04 02:06:38 UTC

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