Spontanteous Combustion

December 19, 2010
Dreams are full of lies
They make me believe all sorts of terrors
Full of fear; hope and freedom
Dreams are wishes, we cannot dare

Being tortured, death and drowning
Not really worth being repeated
Slowly regaining consciousness
From the nightmare of past evening

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