| A Dagger for the Dreams |
| A Dagger for the Dreams I know how you feel all to well, My only comfort, Is to bury my head in my pillow, And scream and yell. In my pillow, a personal hell. My tears, my spit, and a billion yells. Yet I feel comfort in knowing the truth, Death will come swiftly to one and to you. Deep in my heart, The core of my being, My care is shown, By a blood curtling scream. I feel if like a sad black sheep, Kicked in the stomach by little Bo Peep, Poked in the eyes, So I can't see...and then I realized... Lifes Like a gold plated dagger, The treasure everybody wants, Until it hurts them. The finally is when it goes to deep. |
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