Bed Time

August 23, 2011
By Anonymous

Violent dreams are my sweet slumber
Stealing my thoughts with roars of thunder
Blame has not yet been quite justified
Shredding the innocence of the lost and terrified

Salty tears running their course down the river
While nasty thoughts will make them shiver
Hearts pump blood of dread and rust
Fated souls filled with vomit and dust

I've betrayed myself many a time
In dreams of a world repulsed by crime
Emoting the lies of surreal red anger
In hopes of any constant danger



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