The Wrong Dream
You dream of beautiful things that turn wrong,
are you another collection to my darkness,
or the light to my happiness?
a butterfly in the desert singing to you,
but dies at the sound of thunder,
you take the path that never ends,
you stare at death in the face and smile,
battle wounds don your spine,
purple clouds in the distance,
snakes with legs crawl to you,
in a world you can't get out of,
your princess turns into the devil himself,
it's time to wake up
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