Undead corpse
As the blood drips on the floor, changing from warm to cold as my own life has, pain, depression, anxiety, fears, start to finally go away and in the distance a lady, a blurry image of a lady awaits for my soul....
Boundaries
That time of the night When the dreams and reality mix And become one Nothing is real or unreal That time just is what it is...
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