Broken meadows of a sleepless dream
So delightful I begin to scream.
The raging fire so hard to tame.
Are you ready for a most exciting game?
I assure you it isn’t quite so queer.
Can you begin to smell the stench of fear?
Smoldering candles emit a forlorn essence.
Soon I shall be overcome with a presence.
Enticed with it’s magical lure,
The deeper I slip the more I become pure.
Have I lost my way?
What more is there left to say.
I beg to you, only you.
Why must it be through?
Let me fall, Let me slip,
Let the redden roll down my finger tip.
Lay me down, lay me down.
Help this foolish heart drown out the sound.
Till the last breathe I take I'll forever fight.
In the morning I’ll awake and begin again hearts plight.
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