night mare

May 27, 2010
we sit there;

rooms blackined out,
doors shut,
no windows;

we sit and cry,
no apperant reason'
we sit and wonder why;

we sit and think;

a gun goes off;

were both dead;

i was shot in the heart,
you were shot in the head;

our blood combines,
it makes an exotic pink;

in the blood puddle a purple heart foarms,
then splits in half;

brakeing into bits;

i wake up;

thank god; was only a dream!

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